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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 TrainThis morning the cattails sway under the weight of red-winged blackbirds with their sputtering chatter. Amongst marsh reeds the subtle croak of toads echo out and into glassless windows.And because neither had…
Somewhere After The day slips away behind the distant rounded peaks of sleeping sun-worn trees, sliding like honey over the hips and breasts and tongues of mountains licking the last of the golden waves of light f…
To the Girl in the Blue Summer Sundress Your hair flows like yellow wine in the vein as beautiful as …
Robin's Song For my Papa on Father's Day For the first time I notice a few gray hairs …
To Blank, From Blank When I woke up, you were already gone. I'm sorry I missed you and couldn't say goodbye. I made the bed again the way you like it, with the sheets tucked in tight above the boxsprings. You le…
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Futures I spent my morning admiring the latex sheath you placed in the garbage bin, knowing you, and it, were both inside of me, and I smile at the ivory-colored futures in one end, trapped like fireflies in a mas…
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 …
Jellyfish Dreams In the blue-gray crescent moons beneath her eyes he sees the stork's gift slide down the black mouth of drain like a red jellyfish slippery from her womb. His foot jolts against the cold sheets and …
The Nature Poem For R.B. I hope you found your deer tracks in fresh pure-white snow, the footprints scattered like geese flying North. I have yet to find them for myself. And each day I wake up thinking I won’t tr…