I've always been curious
about the identities of old statues.
The minds
behind the cool
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Poetry
I've always been curious
about the identities of old statues.
The minds
behind the cool
... [+]
Lost in the light
of a laundry
room,
clean
air
invites me
into morning.
I
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Sometimes, a fishhook
and a bit of flesh
are all you need
to save your baby
and
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The day a new planet appeared in the sky:
"What is it?" they asked, "Where'd it come from?" and
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I pick up the photograph of us. It's my most prized and most hated possession. You know the one ... [+]
A visit.
Wooded, wooden and magnolia sheltered. Panel lined to be specific.
Breezeless evening
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Once
I encountered
Danger
in the shape of a man
and he fascinated me
with his
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In a city of black death, white memoryial cloud clopped to meet me on Broad street. The city ... [+]
Q: How does it feel?
A: It's like sinking.
It's sour cherry red, dripping fire down your throat
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