| Date |
Title |
Content |
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Aftermath |
Lincoln's pardons could not save them... |
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Orange |
In the ruins of the evening
we made love,... |
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Draining Naniwa |
That is not what I said at all.
I asked... |
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Temporary Creatures |
I came upon St. Paul in the midst of
a... |
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La Place de l'Europe |
Note the canvas is neatly quartered.
The... |
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Redhead |
sunset is a cheap copy
of your hair, its... |
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The shock of the new |
This was how the new order began: An old man... |
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Midfall night's dream. |
I'd been painting the house,
I remember... |
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Unwritten |
but still felt hard, scripted in flesh,
a... |
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The Merry Barber |
Oh, sir, the man says, I do not fell... |
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rain haiku |
rain in gutters fell
rings spreading engulf... |
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Desire in zero gravity |
The spaceship rounded Pluto,
the cargo... |
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Refugee |
I didn't do what they wanted,
couldn't live... |
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Fleming's last theorem |
there it was, scribbled in the margins,
his... |
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Sucker |
I dreamed of the fisherman's wife
and so I... |
|
beat poem rhythm |
Holding the arrow-matic spearhead
pointing... |
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Nipples of Venus |
When we were children my sister and I... |
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Trespass |
The kids next door are at it again.
six am... |
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Real Housewives of Eden, an imagined dialog |
Scene: The outskirts of Eden. Eve comes... |
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Stretch |
Here, in the dark woods,
the rumored sun a... |
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Tumbled Dry |
Laundromat
Jackie at the counter when he's... |
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Like a Staircase |
Or a mountain, a valley and ladder.
Easy... |
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At the Plate |
Keep it steady, head empty
zen-state... |
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The Gloaming |
How did I meet my wife? Oh, the usual... |
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Anger mis-management |
I saw her on the bus again, that crazy girl... |
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Hot Tub |
From there we stepped into the hot... |
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Yippee! |
I'm breaking out my rhyming dictionary in... |
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Unity |
If thoughts could grow
outside the mind... |
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The View from Space: Crossing India |
From here you can see Vishnu and Lakshmi
in... |
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Becalmed |
So they go out for coffee.
They sit by the... |
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Miss Distance |
Oh, Miss Distance, askance-glancer at
... |
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Wanderjahre |
So this knight awakens, and it's dusk.
Sky... |
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bus stop outside villa |
That house is a house, but more
and you are... |
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The First Poet Laureate (a fable) |
The kingdom, over-run with poets, faced
a... |
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Ivy |
A statue rose before us on the road to
the... |
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Presenting the Johnsons |
She woke in the night, the summer wind... |
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Shoebox geneology |
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Insomnica |
Night flows, a river between me and... |
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Consider the egg |
You get funny ideas, come the spring.
When... |
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The Shape of Everything, chapter x |
with props to Julia & Alex
The shape of... |
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Sketch from Mexican beach |
In the morning, the same pelicans... |
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The Gathering |
for
|
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the eternal pentagon |
Consolation found Anguish on Doubt's... |
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Excerpt from 'Frankenstein's Cat' |
I awoke, not knowing light from dark,... |
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Sonnet For White Fur Hood |
for
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Autumn Again |
Autumn again. The canopy of... |
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Men: a quick summary |
Jesus, Buddha, Dalai Llama
Georgie Bush,... |
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I, 35W |
Steel gives way to air as concrete
and... |
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Goodbye, Eden Prairie |
The lizard, having stopped briefly to... |
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Get off my back, ma, I'm not doing 'nothing.' |
[written for the featured stimulus, Writer's... |
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Endless |
For the photo
|
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Four Thoughts |
Published in Dislocate, Spring... |
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Once more through the troposphere |
Here I am again, falling. Nothing new... |
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Brass Dragons |
Escaped from the provincial zoo. They
were... |
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Dance for us |
We could be laughing right now, or dancing... |
|
Untitled |
Once was a painter from Loten
dumped by a... |
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View from winter looking back |
It is December now and green and red
do not... |
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Detective Work |
Observe the evidence, my friend;... |
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Old Family Photos |
I remember this one. Mandy cried in the car,... |
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Watercolor |
By dawn things had changed again and those... |
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Yes it would |
I came here from the twitching... |
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What remains is by definition pure |
Now like pilgrims in the forge, step before... |
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Thoughts on the foolishness but ultimate necessity of invoking the muse... |
No, the muse may not be invoked that... |
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Stillness being the opposite of music... |
Stillness being the opposite of music
how... |
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Sonnet on seeing an old picture of some Beat poets |
Ginsburg, of course, would be bald by the... |
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Shuttered Drive-in Villanelle |
The end times will be filled with signs of... |
