Poem Beginning With a Line From Wordsworth
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It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, and the neighbor has shoveled his horseshit in the garden, bucket after bucket dumped from rusting...
Poetry
Refractive Errors
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March birch: whose rags appear at first as roses, at least in my loose vision ...
American Cavewall Sonnet
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Wolf milk and wilderness America. Romulus and Remus built ...
Outside the Word Balloon
byfor Bill BerksonCandid paths crossingThis way and thatAn iron-on winter rain Jackknifes through the treesEffortless smileSuch capable handsSublime scribble Bending the windTurrets of excessOverlook…
Four Haikus
byI. she stalks the sunrise sees what hides undercover light breaks dark again II. what we have is rare a friend, cloud held mid-air,…
Harvest Season
byharvest season hello moonshine midnight once again. i find your cold skin searching for my own flesh in this passage of spring time. deep…
Addressing The Flaxen Spirit & Linen Women
byAddressing the flaxen spirit, not yet linen Threshing We come from deep loam, from fields of green, blue heads bobbing. To harvest true selves…
Suburban Deer
byOn the sidewalk. On the patio. From the backyard bushes. Doe and fawn leap toward open space to see my young— bright-eyed and sleek…
Guilt
byThe ones who died?—You magnify them with your living, don’t you? Wednesday morning, think how good they would think they had it, even when…
As Lazarus and Self-Portrait as Sin-Eater
byAs Lazarus How deep is deep enough until I reach the bent rafters of my own ribcage? I test the extent of my dimensions….