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  • More Nights Than Days and Turn It Up

    At the end of my street, they cut the trees.

  • Widow

    You cannot consider yourself a widow just because the full moon has gone

  • A Poem and Two Fables

    The breeze this morning pulls on the surface of the bay,

  • I’ll Hang Around as Long as You Will Let Me

    John Prine is dead on TV in the season before trees bear peaches

  • DEATH MARCH

    Carry her the way it has to hurt:

  • GIVING HER 100%

    There is a world where

  • Riddle

    The chair is not far from the bed

  • What God Says | Creek

    What you don’t know is that when you lay

  • Don’t Pick the Cherries Yet

    Don’t pick the cherries yet—

  • Stammer  (2 pp)

    Was I hatched from an egg, fostered by birds

  • Ars Poetica, with Cow

    She went back to look at the beast, which lay immobile except for one eye watching the girl who stood helpless beside

  • The List

    Branches shiver as if a wand