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Poems

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  • Possibility of Erasure | There Are Corpses Buried in Them

    It is snowing this morning.

  • Florida

    Every beauty barbed, from the tiniest mites

  • Mnemonic

    Leaves in the eaves

  • George Orwell Sucks

    How can a word evocative of so much pleasure,. both adult and infantile, find itself used – by almost everybody – in

  • Music Class | Hymnals and Revivals

    Kids learned to play

  • Prequel

    Take a seat. All you need to know is, I am

  • Dear American Amnesia

    I know you are only trying to make

  • Football & the English Language

    My first year as high school coach, five points

  • Hurdy Gurdy

    Like a grumbler who claims a five year old

  • Sharp Noises at Night

    When I travel to the Midwest, trains

  • Between Poems | It Was | Było

    Here in this moment before the perfect poem

  • PHYSICS, ETC.

    Everything and everybody are always doing something.