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66 / M / American

My Father Explains NothingMy father never says: / “I miss your mother.” / Instead he asks / if I am eating enough fish. / This

May 30

The Ebb and Flow of the Academic LifeWe live in oceanic tides / Students come and go / Papers left on the sands / A sort of flotsam / A k

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Apr 24

In Ireland, the farmers are tryingTo catch the government's ears / To say, "Cannot ye hear?" / Politicians never realize the money / T

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Apr 24

VoiceI would be a voice / Sometimes strident / Sometimes quiet / A voice connected to ears / To listen /

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Apr 16

The Houthi FactorOil is the drumbeat beneath every throne, / the pulse of a world that pretends it’s grown; / yet the

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Apr 3

Explication of a PaintingTrying to hold fond, forever memories, / I painted the sun setting in the hills / With a river runni

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Mar 11

Discovering the PlanHe was an old friend of the critics, / A poet laureate well known, / Studied, he puzzled us all. / W

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Mar 11

Fallen IdolTime is spent, / The secret's out; / Your name now lends / A name to Doubt.

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Mar 11

What We Carry QuietlyNothing remarkable happened today. / I woke, drank my coffee; / even the street kept its promises. /

Feb 23

Stille NachtCold night, Clear air / Far sight, Bright stars / Standing with head tipped, / Eyes staring, yearnin

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Feb 22

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