chris-smark
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Iron Ground
The mornings are mine. / A groggy roll-over, crack each big toe. / Lumber to the kitchen, linoleum and particle board cabinets.
16
Jun 12, 2013
October in Oregon
I want it to be night. / I want it to be raining. / Sitting in the stale car, looking through the rain-glossed windows
15
Sep 19, 2012
To Temper is to Destroy
I think: / the hammer blows of love / will always be glancing.
7
May 18, 2012
Animal of Liberty Park (REVISION)
Its sun-bleached pink parka / Limply hung over slumped, thin shoulders / Even in the summer twilight,
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Jan 14, 2012
The Widow
Gaunt and ice-pale, / Ivory fingers delicately linger on / His oak casket.
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Aug 21, 2011
Animal of Liberty Park
Its faded pink parka, / Stretched tight across its shoulders / Even in the summer twilight,
16
Aug 11, 2011
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