Grieving Moon
Grieving Moon The house bears down on him from up the hill. He hunkers, a distant moon, uneasy on the front…
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Running the River Regret
Running the River Regret It’s an easy put-in, but Bull Sluice to Shoulder Bone is a run of holes that might claim…
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At Last Count
At Last Count The cells multiply, coagulate, assemble in lumps and masses, demand to be counted. My doctors speak in centimeters…
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Since April
Since April Your mother has died, You are motherless. These are two distinct pains. One follows you, room to room, a…
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At the Hands of a Poet
At the Hands of a Poet Neruda heats me up with “I want to do with you what spring does with the…
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Between Love and a Hard Place
Between Love and a Hard Place Just days after he moved his young bride into the house, he went on a rampage,…
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The Sound of a Marching Band Always Did Make Me Cry A Little
The Sound of a Marching Band Always Did Make Me Cry a Little The click and throb of a drum corps slays…
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Almost Home
Almost Home Urging my brother’s car north, away from the hot and straining airport, I will the flat land to pass away…
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