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Poems

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  • The Sailor’s Love Song and Irish Whiskey

    When I was young I burned to be

  • Before the rebirth | The harvest field | Song of love present

    No flowers here

  • Four Poems

    A sudden pain flares in in my head like a match flaring into darkness: my mother is dying.

  • This Dog | 4 AM

    Maybe I’ve chosen life—not just

  • The Bahá’í School

    It stood at the top of a steep hill that sloped all the way down to the Pisquataqua River, which even then I knew was tidal.

  • Poem of the Quotidian

    Night falls so swiftly in this part of town

  • At the perennial exchange

    At the perennial exchange, you will swap half a hosta

  • The Dolls’ House Mysteries

    A woman lies so tidily

  • Olympia

    The ancient Greeks knew how to pick out a sacred spot,

  • About Tea translated from Czech by Stephan Delbos

    before we set out let’s promise each other

  • A Brief Portfolio

    I was in sixth grade when I twirled Stephanie Comb’s

  • Mangos | Talking Animals | Bringing Things Back From the Woods

    We did not have mango trees back home on the prairies.  The climate and soil conditions were not conducive to that