Too much noise
will shred the softest parts of me.
at the crash of a cymbal,
I am reminded
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"I may be some time," he said,
easing on his fleece-lined boots.
We laughed and clinked ou
... [+]
Like pasteboard, the seeping planks
buckle underfoot, marked easily
with fingernail or jagged
... [+]
when the morning still
brought mist and sweatshirts
hot coffee in mugs
of every shape and
... [+]
"Sometimes," he said, trimming a bud,
"You have to interfere.
But every other time,
you simply
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The summers aren't so lonely on Plum Island.
It's me, the plum trees, the plum birds,
and the
... [+]
And still I'm traipsing through the fields
of wildflowers and grass and foxtails. Beyond
these
... [+]
The dog ate the turkey. Then killed all the village swans, piled the white corpses at the front ... [+]
We head toward the peach orchard,
the one we found midsummer
at the edge of town, past the
... [+]
I have seen this movie before,
I know how it ends, with troops in the streets,
and the charred
... [+]
The bird contained
within a bone-melded cage
tries to breathe:
a bubble of air rises,
a pump
... [+]
How Yosemite can fit
within these four fragile walls,
stretched across the bedspread
with hip
... [+]
in the stream behind
your house we absconded
with one, he pinched
at my cupped palms
as we
... [+]
The birds sing
As I sit in stagnant heat
Hands on still oars,
And the lake mirrors the
... [+]
After school my brother slinks
into the blue shade of the pines.
Every year it seems, he
... [+]
Wind chimes ring behind our house
in random harmony,
riffing with each passing bird
and
... [+]
There is a place by the ocean,
a burial site for flesh and steel
beasts
where mast meets
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