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  • The Hare, the Sparrow, and the Marlin The grass does not live in me, nor the tangled mess of roots, the constellations of pebbles in the dirt.The hare's fear of the coyote, the heron and the sparrow's wing-beat live in m…

  • Postcards from Bermuda Here, winter has a song. The rain whispers your name, buzzing against the glass, fogged in the night from mimics of your exhales. I will listen for you in the dew wet pavement bathed in snowy …

  • 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 …

  • Tiger Eyes We read poetry in your room, our voices floating, heavying the air amidst the crackle of the record player, I sneak a glance while you speak softly sitting cross-legged in front of me. You look up at…

  • Listening to Billie Holiday on a Friday Night I am not one of the moonlit girls in Billie's song…

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