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Poems

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  • The Last Photograph

    a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”

  • The Last Plume Poems

    the year that is when Churchill begged

  • The Last Time I Saw My Mother Before the Pandemic, #Me Too & Ready

    was on Valentine’s Day 2020. The residents who were able to sit up

  • The Last Widow | The Last Mirror

    The last widow misses men. The last widow misses her husband

  • The Latch

    One sound, the click of the latch on the gate,

  • THE LEAVES HAVE NO PITY

    gathering under the porch like abandoned promises,

  • The Left Hand

    clay votive offering

  • The Lesson

    It seems to me you don’t dare express yourself

  • THE LIGHTS ON THE BOATS

    I didn’t start this to break anyone’s heart.

  • The List

    Branches shiver as if a wand

  • The Little Engine

    He is not an engine that could. Busted up, broken and backward, call him “fucked-up,”

  • The Living and the Dead | Arrest Warrant

    I already came here several times this year, aside from the pilgrimage