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HeirLook at the sphere – / which astronomers say is no sphere at all. / Not halfway between ourselves and the edge of space.
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May 15, 2022
The Dead Mayor of BuchaImpotent hands; / impotent hands and eyes; / imagination and conscience
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Apr 2, 2022
Grass Growing As a Protestout of the fabulous soil / mostly liquid - we're all / mostly liquid - a foot tall
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Sep 7, 2021
The Clasp(This one is for El Paso and Dayton. It was written a while ago.) / In the dream, / she is wearing a dress of starry organza,
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Oct 18, 2019
ShameIn the reliquary there is the censer, and the book. / In the reliquary, which is the fields and / the little hidden place known only to you,
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Apr 2, 2019
PassengerLook what rises out of the sea / a land like a footprint filling with water / devoted sun circling into view, the mist-eater
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Feb 21, 2019
I-95, Exit 22: Open, My CountryThe first settlers to the area called the Lumber River Drowning Creek. The river got its name for its dark, swift-moving waters. In 1809, the North Carolina state legislature changed the name of Drowning Creek to the Lumber River. The headwaters are still referred to as Drowning Creek. / Three p.m. on a Sunday. / Anxiously hungry, I stay dry, out of the pool’s cold water,
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Sep 17, 2018
A Poem For Those Who Die Before a Bill Becomes a LawA bill becomes a law through a process not unlike wet clay curing in the sun, seasonal labor filling the fields in springtime, a drop of sweat absorbed thirstily into a towel, a stain spreading across a tablecloth. / A bill becomes a law eventually, but often, not in time. A bill often fails on the floor, as do some people, as does, just as often, / the attempt to revive them. The attempt looks an awful lot
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Aug 25, 2018
Birdnesswind like a south wind carrying a plane south / deposits him, beneficiary of a backwards current / on a branch with nothing companionable in sight -
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Aug 23, 2018
In the Wildthe green and waxy confusion is your cape and covering / topaz wings strum and flutter, / branches snap
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Jul 28, 2018
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