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Poems

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  • INVENTORY | CAKE TIN

    Open door, high cistern, wooden loo seat

  • Stone Cross

    Remember your village of always uphill,

  • Into the Flame

    And you lay for decades counting sheep

  • Almost Lost Moment

    coming back in an incidental way,

  • Pick Me Up

    the words love you, friend

  • Bleeding Hearts

    They do not fit their given name. They glow

  • A Fable: The Floss-Silk Tree and the Philodendron

    In Brazil they call the floss-silk  palo borracho

  • In a Room with Many Windows

    In a room with many windows

  • Paper

    Damned if I’ll be the woman who collects mass produced throw pillows counts her

  • Plume

    The old wheelbarrow aimed like a cannon

  • Fatherless Daughters

    In Springtime, abandoned daughters burst like myopic butterflies with binoculars

  • Chocolate on my new pajamas

    Spun from a hundred cocoons