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To Seed The suicide goes To seed Like shell into shot Or self into all And through what Remains of the year Comes up All over the place People point Hi…
The Tsunami Before the tsunami The sea sucked out Revealing temples Never before seen Astonished The villagers walked out To see them While the fisherm…
Vines As they are now, Greenless vines Set in a dry, chalky hillside, It seems impossible They will ever leaf out And swell with clusters. Unlikely tha…
Dior She mis pronoun ced it ‘Dier’ as in one who has died or ‘Dyer’ one who dyes clothes and when her friend corrected her laughed and with out mis sin…
Truancy God as a boy Skipping school Instead of a stone He holds a bird In his hand Throws the bird At the water Hits a fish God has good aim Now God i…
Driftwood is like the eyes of those who have politely but firmly declared they will no longer be eating. Something it turns out wasn’t essential has fa…
Domestic Violence She who was there For her before Needs her now She is sitting Across from her At the kitchen table The tea over Steeped in her hands …
Tenure I decided it was high time I went up for tenure. The Committee was made up Of a dozen or so barn pigeons And an owl who’d Grouchily agreed to be…
Harem They find her in a street That stays in shadow Even in midday Walking listlessly along The market stalls With her mother Trying fruits For ripene…
Mountains in Heat They float like outsized hats Set upon the heads of children At funerals to make them laugh I suspected all along They were lighter T…
Whiteness I close my eyes and see The milk rising in the weigh jars Every morning and evening Of my bucolic childhood And for years before I was born L…