Poetry

Three Poems

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The Kingdom In constant shiver and hunger     in tatters in envy and bliss the kingdom of weeds    laps the blond edge…

Hence Smitten

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This squirrel digs my grave and marks it  with an acorn. Years from now,  when he’s forgotten all about me,  a large tree will…

Origins & Roots

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The bread was changed by breaking. Seven loaves torn became countless pieces. Pieces dissolved in four thousand mouths. Transformed into energy enough. Still they...

Two Poems

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Table, 2 After Milosz An empty table, an empty tavern, that image haunts her departure. Everything else is cheap silverware, finger-marked wine stems. Like…

Panthalassa

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The light that hummed in the amniotic sea The algae that latticed itself into Tokyo-sized mats in the shallows The moment the world became...