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Sycamore Gap
Sycamore Gap Why did the boy cut the tree down? Maybe because he started to say something once But his father cut him off (from then on he carried an…
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Bath Bomb
Bath Bomb Standing in line she figures she can’t afford Not to buy the rose petal bath bomb Cleverly placed for someone like her to see Amongst the…
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Actual Light
Today I’m directing Substack readers to this piece I just had published in the phenomenal journal The Point…
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The Diver
The Diver I think I’ll stay down here Where things are simpler. Men I trained Gaze down into the green water, Waiting for me to surface With the first…
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The Glass
The Glass I broke a glass in the sink. The consequence of my carelessness was that I had to pay attention. A sort of ticket. I turned off the politics…
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Summer, School
Summer, School Silent have fallen the locker-loud halls. Half the lockers, if you were to pull them, You’d find were open. In the rush to leave, They…
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The Heart
The Heart It is always night for the heart. Night the only shift it takes, And no daylight to sleep through. No sleep. Knocking on a door No one will…
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Poem-a-Day
A poem a day, every day, from me to you.

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