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GhostIn the middle of the afternoons she lays out her dead lover's clothes on the bed: a green plaid jacket, white t-shirt, dark blue denim jeans with holes at the heels and at the knees. A heavily broken-in pair of snea…
The Morning Poem.A glacier of fog advances and meanders-- more quickly than ice might-- into the forested basins one morning in October.And seeing this, I have the urge to write poetry, but born from the breath in all…
Horse Grave In the smell of damp crushed grass and the legs that rise from them like bare-…
Death Valley In the warmth of the morning sun the buildings creak and breathe with their cement sighs that bring me to the deserts again, where the giant mountains of sand…
Expecting the Weight of Children in a Childless Circus She smokes her cigarettes behind the mid-town 711, her …