Category: Poetry

The Apotheosis of Washington

his brush-stroked / countenance / and plaster-backed / powder blue / dress coat / dragged down / into the crypt

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Space

“I’m looking/I’m looking/for a love of space/And for that space to love me”

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35 Ways to Say “I think I could love you but I can’t tell you yet”

“It’s like this: carving rivers into your palm lines./How many times I’ve tried to wipe tears with remnants of the sky.”

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If Poems Were Children

The Great Drying-Up is coming.
I can feel it in
the way I’m beginning…

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Cinema

‘This feels like a movie,’ I said./’Yeah?’ you laughed./You never understood/your role.

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Why Does Anyone Care About Old Faithful

Bee Hive, which happens to be a fifteen minute walk away from here, is just as awesome, actually more awesome because it’s more frequent and reliable and lasts longer and is overall a better investment for the whole family and … Read More

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How a Rock Is Cut

“So long as nothing blocks your persistence, / you arrive one day at solution caves and gaping gullies.”

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Hypochondriac

“my fingernails scratch at you under /
my hide, like hives or a rash or some /
other disease.”

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A Good Morning

“She left her feet behind in bed, tucking them in/like children.”

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Three Poems

__There Lived a Red-Haired Man__
There lived a red-haired man
Who had no eyes or ears.

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Mary, Full of Space

The car booms up some road that ends exactly in sky and I think this is the most beautiful thing in America I am not used to feeling golden But I think you are Can you tell I’m terrified   … Read More

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Nostalgia Architects

“With too much text to see or read, / I imagine the storm of a thousand paper cranes.”

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