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Tree
it leans here / barely rooted in / the crust of the / hillside sprouting / violence …
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A Legal Argument
On the trail, / carnage, / strips of fur and flesh, / puddles of blood / the size of small change …
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Ghost Car Hill
your own name for Bray Street, since from the road / it sounds like engines revving behind you which never / come, just the moans from the tips of white pines / as the wind whistles through their green strands …
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wave-reflections
Let me salute the souls / that drink the furies of tides / with their tumblers of oats…
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Here, Now
We're already oblivion we will be,/ the elemental dust that does not know/ us — dust that was red Adam and is now/ all men…
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Bear (n.) (v.)
“(n.) any of the mammals in the family Ursidae / For $100, you can shoot a Florida black bear. / This year’s harvest objective is 172…”
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Apóleia
Shifting Baseline theory– suddenly apathy has context; / you cannot mourn what was never potted / and sprouted / in your garden …
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Cuyahoga
Smoke cloaked the sun / while fire crews in tugs / poured water onto water…
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Flow
I am subsumed in a state of flow, / submerged in a fast river sluice, / waters course in laminar planes / caressing trunk and limbs…
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Garden of Rocks
Robins spend months / harvesting crab apples. Didn’t // they used to migrate? In February, / they think it’s spring…
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Killing Peace
He is stench of memory, collective, / he seeps in. // This frail mess can’t be shoved / through ragged time.
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Circadian
Ever since I hit puberty/ the moths visit me at the threshold/ of every summer…
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WEDNESDAY, 10:52 am
Recess is over. The sun’s out,/ but I’ll shepherd them inside,/ close read a high modernist/ whose poems none of us likes…
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Winter Morning Coffee Musing
There are / no snowmen / in the desert / where life is / seldom frozen ...
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Armadillidiidae
but you can call me pill bug / sow bug / cellar bug / even though I’m not a bug / but a perfect circle / from the sea…”
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Odysseus on the Shore
“Why do I always seem to return to the sea? / Every time I pick up my pen, salt water pours out, soaks the page…”
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Keep the Crowd Moving
“In northern Maine, on the U.S.-Canadian border, lies the lake where my family went every summer—East Grand, it’s called, and aptly so…”
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KAMEHAMEHA REDUX
The imu loa sent smoke skyward as Cook’s body steamed. Hands once used to grip musket and cutlass belong to me, ali’i Kamehameha…
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Versus
“I’m thinking of the word nurture, how it’s so often placed in opposition to nature, with versus their slippery hinge. But that has always felt wrong to me…”
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