| Date |
Title |
Content |
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Ash Wednesday |
Oh Lord, let me go down
penitent in a sea... |
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White |
Certain
by mid-August
comes in the... |
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Raggedy Ann's Shiny New Penny |
Blood isn’t really red,
thinks Ann, more a... |
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A Message from One of the 38 |
I am memory.
The soul snatched from... |
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Everything Has a Shadow Shape |
When I said I loved you
I really meant that... |
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The Rapture |
Ever notice a single movement
can hold the... |
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The Burning Book |
Light my words on fire
Let them coil and... |
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A Home for His Whore |
You build her a house
by a marsh
where... |
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Speaks Mother Nature |
Wind and water
Know my skin
But stars... |
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Corn Princess--Verse 3 |
I dream of words gathering
across these... |
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The Corn Princess |
The corn princess wants
to come out from... |
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Wasp in the Whiskey |
Drown, drown, taken down
in a sea beset... |
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American Gothic |
Another summer and I’ve done nothing with... |
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They said Karen ran away to California |
1978. A central mystery.
Missing in the... |
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Laundromats |
Here’s what I know
about... |
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To Run Nake With Fire |
Like running with scissors,
the grief of... |
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What Happens When Ann Brings Andy Home |
Ann thinks of letting out her dreds,
being... |
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Nudeswimming |
for Anne Sexton in response to her poem,... |
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Check’s Curious Eye-Opening Journey |
Check waits blank—
in a cardboard box on a... |
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Left Behind |
All this time
the lost and found box
at... |
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Means of Departure |
You could just walk away,
divorce, let the... |
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What Saves Her (Rewrite) |
To be in the moment,
with a bucket of... |
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What Saves Her |
To be in the moment,
with a silver bucket... |
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The Red Female |
She’s gone red
with... |
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Hanging Chad |
It all started in Florida with a guy
named... |
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Postcard from the International Space Center |
Dear Folks,
All is night. Earth’s... |
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Conjunctions
(for my husband) |
I don’t recall how it was
before noticing... |
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My Neighbor's Flag |
Billowing in wind
the red stripes, bold... |
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The Execution of Mrs. Ann Hibbins |
She should never have kept herbs
in her... |
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The Salmon Spawned |
I did not expect to ever leave,
but one day... |
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Inside a Moment (2nd Version) |
The time on the monitor clicks to 4:47... |
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Inside a Moment |
The time on the monitor clicks to 4:47... |
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On Sabbatical |
Through the open window
comes the throaty... |
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Anna Drives |
Anna has eyes that say
don’t you dare leave... |
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The Poet Turns Fifty |
(I hope no one minds, but I edited my above... |
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Britt Fleming Turns Fifty |
No more to walk the fen of youth,
the brain... |
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People Leave |
In church you pretended
not to notice her... |
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The Odor |
It seeped
Aged
Brooding
Its soul... |
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Close to the Surface |
That evening
there was no moon.
Far off... |
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Turkey Trot |
For you I want to capture this... |
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Bloodroot |
Sanguinaria Canadensis of the family... |
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Stupefy |
For
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Misadventures in the Consulting Room |
Yesterday I went to a new doctor
for my... |
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Enough |
All time is ending,
even this moment passes... |
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The God of Blair Avenue |
There he is, The God of Blair Avenue
at the... |
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What I Tell People about Being Forty-One |
Inspired by Tim Brennan's poem, "What I Tell... |
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What a Good Cup of Java Can Do |
In a coffeehouse such as this one,
the... |
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Small Consolation |
For
|
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40 Weeks |
I.
In the beginning,
the sky was heady... |
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It's Just Kicks |
In Response to Alex Stolis' "History of the... |
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How Happiness Gets Stolen |
For
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Down and Out in Duluth |
at the Tappa Keg.
Bar food. My head hurts. ... |
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Frida Kahlo: Self-Portrait |
For
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Naissance |
There are ordinary days, too,
when things... |
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Sister |
I always believed I’d be the one to... |
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Books--like Memories--Were Strewn across Your Cluttered Mind. |
Half delusional in your hospital bed, you... |
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On the Island of Porch |
For
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Losing Myself Again |
For
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What I Notice During the Week It Storms Little Bits of Crazy |
For
|
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Where Does Choice Begin and Destiny End? |
Adam plucked the apple from the branch
and... |
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Bridge Collapse |
One moment of failure
among billions of... |
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Of Lunar Longing |
For
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Where Love Resides |
For
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American Dreams |
For the photo,
|
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Solace in Love Lost |
Gazing into eternity of water,
you sit an... |
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Clearing Our What's Left |
Really, someone should give name
to the... |
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Under a Robin’s-Egg-Blue Sky |
When I see this shade of blue
I think of... |
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The Fugue of Aunt Myrtle |
“Shh! Should I wake him?’
Aunt Myrtle... |
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The Abandoned T.B. Asylum |
For the photo,
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Edible Treasures for Sale |
For the photo,
|
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Lines Crowding the Sky |
For the photo,
|
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13 Reasons to Get to The State Fair Early |
1. You can find a spot at the curb,... |
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Heaven on Earth |
To the photo
|
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The Art of Letting Go |
Sometimes, people hold on to things too... |
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Broken Arrow Cries A Lot |
(After a painting of the same name, seen
|
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Four Wishes, The First Four Days After |
1.
Why do you, white ball, sit so... |
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So Far This April |
How I yearn to see the leaves
come out in... |
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Awaking Indigo |
As pale indigo light
orphans shadows in my... |
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A Plea to the Outstretched Angel |
You are a bronzed prayer,
one wing, one... |
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Beauty Unrequited |
Over the Great Wall
rolling down... |
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Snow Weighs the Same as Stone |
The dead are covered by snow.
Chill... |
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Caught Up in Fishy Tales |
Long ago, in Berlin,
there lived an... |
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How We Came to Be Pregnant and Got Hitched |
SHE:
In the back seat at the drive-in,... |
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Bill Says This Isn’t a Poem |
Obviously, since the beginning of time,... |
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Such is the Dance of Life |
We dance together into the sea,
my dress... |
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Chambermaid at Dawn |
Night sparks and flies away ashes.
Morning... |
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Spent |
Why does she do this to herself?
She feels... |
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Numbness |
I am no stranger to death.
Each year blue... |
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Outside After a Treadmill Stint |
My breath fogs the cold air
as if exhaling... |
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Sunrise Over Pines |
Once, I was buried alive
in blackness,... |
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Courage In Battle |
In Flanders Field poppies still grow
red... |
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Eventually, We All Have to Let Them Go |
Preening
in... |
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My Mother’s Hands |
Fanned out and
demure in rest,
my... |
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Cradle of My Dreams |
The bed knows my secrets,
remembers how I... |
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Cats Rule, Dogs Drool! |
Waiting for the treat.
Shiny... |
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Winter Dusk in Country Graveyard |
The sky disrobes,
draping across... |
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What Poets Know |
I come here to
open art window
into word... |
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Endymion |
Slumbering under stars’ still beauty,
sweet... |
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One More for the Faust Collection |
Germany lay to bed their greatest... |
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Nakedness Comes to My Mother |
At night, she undresses
stooped, shrunken... |
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America As An Impressionist Painting |
Katrina,
come here.
Look at what’s... |
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The Stuff of Fairytales |
Sticks gathered to flame... |
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Wrong Exit |
Existentialism.
Take control of your own... |
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While Medusa Waits |
Set adrift in sea by jealous Acrisius
with... |
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On the First Anniversary of Our Child’s Death |
Vintage burnt sunset.
Candles falling... |
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When Will It End? |
Prayers rise up in breeze
to kiss heaven,... |
