| Date |
Title |
Content |
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Everything That Rises |
a nice hum in my throat like swallowed tiger... |
|
falling out of love |
falling in love
is like jumping... |
|
taking ownership |
if you look closely you will see
that this... |
|
a dram |
the angle of rock pitched from
a seated... |
|
A Word to the Wise |
my ninety five year old grandmother once... |
|
Sticks & Stones |
the devil made me do it,
with needle and... |
|
She Asked |
What does a scar feel like?, she... |
|
Return To Sender |
pages are blank
out of solidarity with... |
|
Generosity, Delayed |
I wasn’t on the ground an hour... |
|
Taking Up Space |
I went to the butcher and asked what price,... |
|
The Knowledge Part II |
Float as held by many strange hands,
the... |
|
The Knowledge, Part 1 |
The letting go is the hardest part.
happens... |
|
Vent Here |
Yeah, not a poem
in the classic sense
but... |
|
River Ran |
the river ran
the river ran red
the red... |
|
It's Like That Sometimes |
i had something
to tell you,
but i... |
|
Love-40, 2AM |
I set this table for you,
I set this table... |
|
On the Menu |
ice cold bucket full,
salt in the eye, on... |
|
Twitter |
gather them low
gather them high
gather... |
|
Picking up the pieces |
--For Julia
words are clay, I am... |
|
A Brand is Born |
kid in a stroller
at the table next
says... |
|
Tonight |
sitting next to the boy
with isosceles... |
|
Distance Makes the Heart |
what makes us think we can do it better out... |
|
I am no detective, but... |
I can see from here that you use a... |
|
That Way Trouble Lies |
You won’t find my eyes
As easily as... |
|
Even A Broken Clock Is Right Twice a Day |
I saw your name scratched into wet... |
|
The War on Walls and Mazes |
the future, they said
would look like... |
|
Ms. P____ Takes Her Turn |
Oh, how I don’t want my
Music to fall on... |
|
Untitled |
shake of leaves draped
through the... |
|
In The Morning |
I hear jack boots clomping
Down hard plank... |
|
Wax/Wane |
Follow her gaze and you see
a shore of... |
|
The Road to Nowhere |
if you waned'ta hide
you could do a better... |
|
To Me |
water is a tongue
we no... |
|
Columbus, Ohio |
when I was a kid, we lived in
an apartment... |
|
Title A |
She will leave today and I
Will never see... |
|
Oil of Woman with Hat, a found poem. |
His mother, Feige-Ite.
His father, a... |
|
Father To Us All |
George:
My father brought me
To see... |
|
another failed attempt at permanence |
i just cannot think about death anymore
and... |
|
Are You Still There? |
In response to
|
|
Whisper Thin |
When you finally get
To the end of the... |
|
By The Dying Light We Read |
If
What you wear says
What you... |
|
Learning to Fly |
|
|
In the Path of the Storm Part Two |
|
|
In the Path of the Storm |
|
|
What The Townfolk Say |
|
|
Lines In The Sand |
Remember
Remember when?
Remember when you?... |
|
Ode To the Last City of the East Coast |
Cover me with
Your
farmland... |
|
It's like that sometimes. |
There is something depressing about this... |
|
Untitled, or For Jane |
Blank page blank page blank page
Who sits... |
|
The Virtues of Verticallity |
This morning, the car,
the car it smelled... |
|
Drive By Memories |
Its hard to creep up on death
But we spend... |
|
Better Men Have Died For Less |
Those pieces you lust
For belong to my... |
|
The View From Here |
Too late to call the bomb squad.
What can... |
|
Give It All You Got |
Salt stains even the finest of... |
|
Two Like Timmy |
I have this sneaking suspicion
That the... |
|
Darwin's Theory |
Never trust a man
Who has a full head
Of... |
|
Things You Will Need, We Will Miss You |
Tweezers to pull the _____
From your... |
|
Consequences |
Small handwriting is a sign of what,... |
|
My Fathers Teeth |
We need to start treating each other
as if... |
|
Just Another Day |
I never wrote a poem for a person I didn’t... |
|
Cause of Death Unknown |
climb down to the center, through that musty... |
|
The Things You Tell Yourself |
Plastic pens pawned from hotels
I have... |
|
Wave As You Go By |
arms and legs
no longer made
of... |
|
Into the Jungle |
The road to Coba
Is littered with... |
|
In Case of Emergency |
Down the stairs a light flicks like
a moth... |
|
Pretty People are Selfish |
I see them standing on what we have... |
|
Route 16 |
The light in your eyes
glistens... |
|
An Ode to Tree, Water |
I need something, I need to write without... |
|
A Few Symbolic Things I Did Today |
Sat in the shadow
of the church... |
|
Manic Depression |
with swords piercing my sides
I see the... |
|
Desktop (response to: |
Right now I don’t have a clean surface
to... |
|
Uncovered |
to
|
|
Posterity |
I died a little bit that day.
dried... |
|
Man at Work |
she called it work, what I am doing now, and... |
|
Men, or Who Are These People |
who are these people, glossy images of... |
|
Tilt-O-Whirl |
lights flash
spend that cash
come on... |
|
Water Into Water |
bottom of the incline
all the water
is... |
|
What Words are There |
what words are there
for things like... |
|
Waylay'd Moon |
sluggish and incomprehensible
clouds... |
|
Soft Soft |
to
|
|
Over Time |
one voice,
shot into the dark
one... |
|
Smoke, Lingering |
In response to
|
|
If I could, if I would |
on the way to work,
a rusted elbow of a... |
|
Experiment number one and two |
Her piano sounds so different from her... |
|
experiment no.1 |
Her piano sounds so different from her... |
|
I Don't Blame You |
To the photo
|
|
Thousend |
deliver me from these
fleshy tomes,... |
