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Toxic Village
Grass is green. Pigeons twitch by. Manx cat or accident victim — lost it or never had it? Incomer-vision crinkles like a wrapper creases its subject: pink and purple stripes tremble man-size on a line. The creeps that creep into our bones at night and steal calcium smell like heat treatments and children. What does […]
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Cold Marble after Sherwood Anderson
One strategic wish Pressed again. And all the bluebirds of happiness soaked. And delft. The spidery boy and our dusty older brother. Orbit round his aerated head. Now my old city sees me pick my burden up. Salvo pressed against Syllogism and the Perfect world.
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A Sequence for Joseph Massey
Silent as the hawk Roosting in shaded hollows under the first stars Frost closes over alters morning’s outlines + Start as we do Steady The tedium of worry unbalances what we see And suddenly the ghost glistens + Listening a lowly attendant to the depth of the sensitive […]
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In the Sun
Returning Black hungers In the sun
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I Followed, I Found, I Went Down
The give and take of strength to create out of a labyrinth of seeking Your own One’s only close range between known and unknown To give and take alms Your arms around a frightened animal At close range, strength is enigmatic A strange creation Your own reach is your only familiar
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Get You
How to live like money won’t get you tomorrow. Headlights: the car’s turning to block you in the driveway. You’re not scared but you stare when your face ages; you change to lose touch. Money getting you, getting money. Change doesn’t have choice. Get inner. Got here the same way. Light off the plains, scanned […]
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Eviction
So that’s it. I came here because they were here, or they came here because… But no. There was a time when I could have gone on like that. Not now. Do you know what fortuitous means? It means there is a house. That’s right. Where I come from, there are many houses. This is […]
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Brazen Youth for Chris Allick
Four years advantage in the race across the street. Half the pressure, twice the speed. The hard-learned lesson not every pigeon can be trusted. Kicking through leaves November crisp & sneaky sneaks passing notes. Who wants to pay for a soda anyway? Misused coffee cups & the imagined lives of co-workers a thousand times better […]
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The Phosphorescence of Thought
the slain wren the golden-crested wren the hunted wren the little king the father’s murderer God’s sparrow the prophetic bird the ornithological fact the halcyon myth the floating nest the vivid plumage plunged into the sea the king of trees the soul of the oak the copper-feathered pheasant the hornet-headed drake the wind-colored snipe the […]