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“After the box wine, the chicken thighs, and Nancy’s spice cake, / we lounged around talking of poetry, manure, and flowers.”
“Like all tyrants, / my mother made / decrees.”
“Only some of me / is here on Earth.”
“how starkly clear you hear them gnawing / at the wood of lawn chairs near the awning.”
“You may take my word / for their being very nearly as hard to herd / as people.”
Waiting for a call that didn’t happen I am sitting on the back porch with Frank O’Hara (Collected) when a goldfinch lands beside my head on the porch rail, lands so neatly so insta...
bird hunting My father staggers aheadwith a rifle strapped to his shoulder,the first snow still saltedin drifts of his hair.Cov noog tau mus tsev lawm,he says, but we trek furthert...
Our Bodies Are Owl Bodies My mother was walking in a storm when she saw it face-up in the snow. She knelt down. It wasn’t breathing. She gathered it close. Saw-whet owls are among...
On the inaccessible peak,...
Haiku for 2026 [No. 28. National Emergency!] ...
(Photo taken that morning after the truck left, which inspired the following.)...
“It is raining, raining, raining. / The sky is falling, falling, falling.”
“A living freckle / That knows your name and knows / That it is spring and feels a kind of imaginary privacy.”
Upon a sofa, wrapped in wool,...
“You argued whether one had to lie to dream, / the tensions between charm & narcissism, / & the existence of Time with everyone younger than you.”
"You may have to break your heart, but it isn’t nothing to know even one moment alive."
“What will I give you now / for your thoughts.”
when gravity whispers, everything listens. the distance smirks. laughing at all the jokes we never told. rabbits run through darkness. undeterred by the many nooses. every footste...
The ground does not apologize for its hardness. The seed does not ask permission to split open. I have been buried before — in silence, in refusal, in the mouths of those who mis...
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