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Poems

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  • Plume

    The old wheelbarrow aimed like a cannon

  • Plastic Bag Caught in a Tree

    Some dark animal’s

  • Plait

    When I first knotted my hair against the coming of winter, I had grown tired of playing jacks and didn’t yet find boys

  • Pitty-Pat

    Oleander to the death of horses

  • Pip

    Withered pip of a boy, now grey and halt

  • Pink is the Navy Blue of India

    Flea market guy tells me the pornos are five dollars

  • Pierantonio on Being Married to Artemisia Gentileschi the Night She Dances the Ballet: War of Beauty War of Love, 1612

    You broke through a bouquet

  • Pier

    If the pier is two hundred and fifty words long, it is important

  • Picking Prunes and The Majestic Theatre

    From the ground up is how you rise   

  • Pick Me Up

    the words love you, friend

  • Picasso & Dora Maar (1942)

    Four decades I have lived among the French

  • Piano Epistemology, Apostrophes and Beauty

    I’m pretty sure this piano exists,