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Poems

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  • August, Hinge

    How would you describe these pandemic days,

  • Given Plums

    Early July my sister and I filled two sacks of plums from our orchard. We shook each tree until the ripest orbs fell

  • Free Descent

    It seemed I had always been kicking

  • Woo | Red Rover

    O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip

  • The Worm

    The sun: a worm with a spring withy in its jaws.

  • It Was A 3.8

    My mother said go get me a plum.

  • Alone at the New Year

    An instant of awe, then, afterwards,

  • Three Poems

    Typos   Word instead of wood but, sodden, it smoked when it burned. I wrote god for good who was, once–– in my childhood years, crowned with the nimbus of that capital G–– but now tends to be a placeholder for nightmare, tears. Seeking solace in the pastoral, but grove came out as grave and the lymph nodes, irradiated, naked

  • SQUANDERED MOONS

    Probes on TV tell the tale of their

  • Late Elegy for Charlotte

    You were about to sail the Seine.

  • from “From Nothing”

    One note, another, in the parlor’s angled light,

  • Concussion Test

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