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Keening-Kennings
Keening-Kennings We who are cellar-sheltered summon you, Lightning-limbed centaur, born west of wherever We are. Ground-surrounded, we hear you But…
2 hr ago
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Austin Smith
The Goddess
The Goddess She who every night I prayed Would visit me Would visit me Every night. Who was she? Some amalgam Of babysitters, Young teachers, Older…
Jun 4
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Austin Smith
The Substitute
The Substitute The substitute bus driver Who will take any route Offered her And often has to Is lost She has to Ask the farm kids Where to turn They…
Jun 3
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Austin Smith
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To Morning
To Morning You who are Nothing If not The childhood Of the day Do not die. I am not Asking you Not to. I am Saying Simply You don’t.
Jun 2
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Austin Smith
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The Heart
The Heart Follow the Zillow link I sent you To take a virtual tour. Interested? Happy to show it to you. From the outside I admit It doesn’t look like…
Jun 1
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Austin Smith
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May 2023
Foreclosure
Foreclosure Since the day the banker drove out to tell them they had to sell they’d all pulled their eyes in close lest they dwell on beloved things as…
May 30
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Austin Smith
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from Silicon Valley Shadow of Death
from Silicon Valley Shadow of Death iAbdicated the throne and disappeared into the populace to beg and prophecy iBroke out in this rash I blame it on…
May 26
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Austin Smith
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Sons
Sons Who teach themselves to shave. Who cover their mouths when they eat. Who blow all the candles out. Who sweep up their own hair. Who paint their…
May 25
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Austin Smith
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Blown Bulb
Blown Bulb In the new dark Which resembles the old I reach under the shade That shades nothing now And find the bulb Warm with remembered light And tell…
May 24
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Austin Smith
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A Walk
A Walk Sick of the city, I take a long walk Inside myself. I meet the masses coming back From the heart, bound For the extremities. They don’t Recognize…
May 23
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Austin Smith
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Woodwinds
Woodwinds You know that thing About Schrödinger’s cat? Poor cat. We can’t even know Whether it’s alive or dead Until we open the box, Which no one ever…
May 22
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Austin Smith
The Purse
The Purse I remember reminding myself to remember To ask for your purse. Morbid, young as you were. Or maybe you told me I could have it, Recognizing…
May 20
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Austin Smith
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