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Poems

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  • IT’S A CLASS THING

    She looked better

  • It’s 3 A.M., Winter, and Nine Miles from Truckee

    and nobody better than I to tell you about

  • It Will Start One Day

    you know, it will start one day, the ebb

  • It was never he, | One might say I’ve fulfilled the miserable obligation of constructing myself.

    It was never he,

  • It Was A 3.8

    My mother said go get me a plum.

  • It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back | Out of the crimson dawn one third the size of an icon’s

    It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back –

  • IT IS STILL BEAUTIFUL TO HEAR THE HEART BEAT*


    It's 3 AM. The crows on one leg or none are already starving for infant nests. A few leaves hang on

  • It Happened at Wind Sings, Trees Whisper Farm

    The wind, broken and wild,

  • It Happened All the Time

    Daylight shatters through the thatches where a bird might fall,

  • Isle of the Narrator

    It's true these boots were taken from a dead man,

  • IS LIGHT ENOUGH ?

    Who’s there? I can’t seem to make out anything or anyone. Is

  • Is a Rose

    O’Keefe’s opens in the troposphere, blooms like smoke.