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Poems

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  • My Father Was a Honey Bee

    My father was a honey bee He buzzed and buzzed

  • The Discarded Christmas Trees

    lie on the sidewalks of New York:

  • The Call |Palm

    You and I, we have been here before.

  • Concussion Test

    Do you feel heartsick for aboriginal (original) people wearing baseball caps?

  • Dryer

    This seemingly permanent revolution,

  • Poems for the Absent One

    Mother death,

  • Milkweed Lullaby and Radio Lullaby

    The days were endless,

  • Strange     that Penelope

    does not question or pray in a selfish manner

  • Three poems translated from the Polish by Piotr Florczyk

    At night we stood together on guard,

  • THE OMEN IN WOMEN

    It is only playing Words With Friend

  • Writing Under the Influence of Me

    It means I drop things, and I keep turning

  • The White Door and White Green Red Tree Stone Sun

    I made an offering and left the shore.