| Date |
Title |
Content |
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WHITE PROMPT |
You think she twists like all the branches... |
|
crest |
rough-top water
doesn't quiver me
to... |
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Gable |
the ridge what's a ridge
between the teeth... |
|
Twiddle Force |
Twiddle Drum funked through the muck
Of... |
|
Fury in a Bottle |
Fear is a latent reaction
To untried... |
|
This Is Your God |
Title pleased like grass green under the... |
|
Box Top |
I have stood on this corner box drawer top,... |
|
Stones on Saturn |
I forgot to call you up yesterday, but it... |
|
Mother's Breath |
My figure climbing through sunrise
Up a... |
|
Nine Dragons |
You are so extended, side to side
I cannot... |
|
Year of the Dragon |
This is my
Innocent entrance
Into the... |
|
Mankato Hanging, USA |
The drums rum tum, Rum tum tum. The flour... |
|
The Establishment is Fuckled |
Your readership small and smallerer.
What... |
|
Orpheus |
We are all twisted inside the lyst of our... |
|
Digging Mussels |
when you first met me I felt out of... |
|
Fall Cabin |
Grandfather’s cabin was always well kept,... |
|
Jigs (revision) |
This is the way bikes used to be
before... |
|
Shadows of the Past |
shadows in broken plaster mold
we still... |
|
Races |
sometimes you got love like two lines... |
|
Two Seats Are Better Than One |
You carried me all over the city
in the... |
|
It takes one, or it takes two |
He offered me a ride
on the back of his... |
|
Jig |
Steel, the way bikes used to be
before they... |
|
After the Ninth Wave (revision two) |
I raise my head and speak for the first time... |
|
Waves (revision) |
the water grips.
who can survive ten waves... |
|
And After the Ninth Wave |
I raised my head and spoke for the first... |
|
The Tenth Wave Comes (revision) |
casual warmth like a cat’s tongue licking my... |
|
A Tenth Wave Come |
warmth like a licking tongue on the... |
|
The Ninth Wave |
waves pull clothes with water grips
who can... |
|
A Last Glass of Scotch, at Two in the Morning |
When I see you through that door, and the... |
|
the rules of vertical |
plumb bob, set seventy years ago, done... |
|
Imprint |
Sleeping, sloped, silverprint shoulders... |
|
No one talks to the help. (DRAFT TWO) |
Clouds grip their ways across the sky.
My... |
|
no one talks to the help |
clouds gripping their way across the... |
|
the crowd |
the crowd in the background is all women and... |
|
The Women |
you can go
but we bear children
we stay... |
|
Sitting After the Quiet Painting |
The chemical bath with its silent... |
|
STUDY |
Sit
A hand or a decision
Here, on the... |
|
Bring the Fire |
Bring the fire from the hand
To the page—to... |
|
Too Bad |
too bad we must burn them today,... |
|
For Hokusai |
In bright beats until the resounding fades... |
|
Gay right super beyond |
I don’t know which superheroes you are.
It... |
|
Insurrection |
In the trees
A vision
Of what man sees
A... |
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The Angel Fallen |
Our deadened feet tromped on like... |
|
Fallen Angel Carried |
We lift her because history carried us.... |
