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Tag Archives: poetry
today daylight
today daylight increments smaller than hope (that bitch knows we have ahead of us a season of ice short days blue shadows angled light but I’ll gladly add the seconds to an appreciable difference) time is like that a change … Continue reading
Lackawanna, burning
Bethlehem is burning it must be a metaphor for this city this life this politics sending ash into eyes almost like smoke other older factories striped into sky at scheduled intervals but this black startles seen from my ridge 20 … Continue reading
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I’ll not number your wrongs against mine measured in sterile clicks of abaci some might call forgiveness this walking away from counting everything Instead of seeing a deep weariness of keeping track and surrender to the weight of each colored … Continue reading
Requiem for an appliance
Something standing in a house eight years unmoving should be family– those people we cannot move easily, stubbing toes sometimes on their hard edges & them without the grace or ability to apologize (it was our toes kicking them after all) … Continue reading
Kitchen magic
Today we learn a cure for homesickness we jar like honey and a dessert to sweeten loneliness a bitter zest only palatable after rounded by time I will shape a magic of butter and flour under my hands and whispering simply … Continue reading
Don’t get carried away by this–quadrille rewrite
Give me 59 small stones for my pocket and i will skip prayers across my creek for you that’s my faith– in stones and things harder than stone; pebbles my rosary and prayer is not just inside a voice but in it’s skipping over.
The desert mother
I will birth children here absolute as stone innumerable as sand and name each one faith