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Land between the Lakes
Wet scratched & bleeding 1000 dollars of the swan. His wife then immediately “clobbered” him saying it certainly hadn’t been a pleasure. ___________ Child-ducked behind a railing, the arresting officer watched half an hour throwing a net into Rock River, the walleyes & catfish were photographed. ___________ Three subjects were using a seine, A mother […]
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You Don’t Even Live Once
This is a song about quality and that great gospel jest we call knowledge. Say she drops the bathroom water glass, cleans blood from her hands with a towel he slid under their new designer plunger. So she just lies there now, feeling odd and idiotic in their bathroom, her shadow. She would leap, he’s […]
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from Property Line
Hummingbird through a vortex of gnats navigates nasturtiums unraveled over a gravel path.
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Some Knowing
Telescopic eye moves tongue. Elaborates fiery collapse of heaven into itself, becomes dying cries of massive stars. Galaxial dust of living metaphor. Or proffer, occurs in cosmic deep on average of once a day, though never the same place twice. As Heracleitus streamed, weeping Weeping. Here’s what I know: Mother’s favorite color combination is turquoise […]
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Water (translated by Jason Stumpf)
1 It has started to snow. Flakes, water that hurts when it hits. They settle burning on my fears, my mystery. They do not slip, nailed like thorns from a crown of gold. Like roots. 2 How many feet have passed through here without treading on joy and contemplation, at the same time: Uphill, I […]
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Fever
Underneath the rag quilt and radio static, the power intermittent, fever pins its broadsheet to the brain. Outside, pine branch flags signal, the wind signals : COME AHEAD And from that space between one dream and then another, the life he’s out of –the station cuts back in. A song. It goes Low candle […]
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The Harrow
When a call comes in the middle always in the middle of something else edging our way through thistle, sedge, slate. Dishes done wearing a shirt of hair; silk — out in nature’s world or man’s surrounded by day-flies, May lilies, sludge — a clearing inside our skin, maybe within our clothes, we wait listening, […]
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The Call
Windows. Where do you not want to go today. You. You. You. YOU. Regret’s not letting up. Reason wants a lift from where you left it.
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Goldfinches
Were I involved in this matter in any direct way, I would comment on the medieval figure in its wizard hood, the seeming caftan hanging below its arms, the bare toes clutching the tiny box, balancing for life, and the wires that rhizome from the fingers, wryly unattached to any power source. Tonight we missed […]