POETRY



The Shards

A friend told me she walked the ks with the tome on her back, weight of exhaustive history collection to understand that other ground she traversed I too cross the same ground (but different) sweeping over the surface —and occasionally …

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Introspection

He laid his mind out like parquetry on the floor all different grains & shades connected a maze of mandala like geometries of finer polish than he’d ever thought. He watched the sun play across its face fingertips tracing smoothes …

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in yr swimming pool

even in yr swimming pool / our bodies moved in opposition first, you’d torpedo (vertical) limbs slippery and efficient then clamber out with a shrug and swollen pupils just to do it all again hipbones slicing through the blue! as …

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The slow clock

In a gully we found it: hash of fallen trunks like the ribs of some great beast. But we were too old for it, too big to squeeze within and too prissy, afraid of the doings of ants and unknown …

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Sonar for Conception

I. your arrival was a kind of heliography you came with the sunrise: a seven hour process that set the platetone you, the lavender oil laid down to wipe away the steely toned posterior of my ambivalence now turned gooey. …

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nanny on the water

we took ashes here once this place of pearl divers divvied up in tupperware and closer to sand than thin lines of incense left after burning plastic bags in the trees singing out with feathered teeth and beer cans and …

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Vernal Funks & Bluffs

Training wheels won’t help you owe it to yourself Listening for bell-birds along a sagging power stave. If it seems too far-fetched a clue for going about it Bathe and persuade, establish evening routine. If it seeps too far forward …

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I’d Have Called Her Sooner

Finally I lifted the phone to my ear And I listened to it ring I’d have called her sooner But I’d left it so late already She’d know how late I was How thoughtless and selfish To have kept her …

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WITH

I. I recall dreams in the house I sleep windows open small shoes crowd my mind leaving abbreviations the brain “most incredible thing in the universe.”[1] as plastic as the day II. I don’t recall schooled agendas divine rites of …

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Call of Summer

A car passes by, its tires soft on the street gliding through the pine-filled boardwalk, hollow sounds meeting the ear as it wanders through the air and lampposts glint with remembrance. It is a summer night in a vacation city, …

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agreement

free now brother, from life’s headlock joke was—we thought we held paper those hills we once hurtled down spoke wheels flying—look mum no hands but we were them, they were us now, just indignation, soon to land in another dull …

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Sunday, call me a squid

My daughter’s Bible cartoonifies judgement: salvation is a fat pink fish and all the squid are going to hell. She affectionately calls the Most High ‘Goddy’, swims under flannel to the cotton cities of sleep with her soul netted still. …

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