On the weekends the boys would take their bikes into the desert carrying wicker baskets and sharpened sticks in search...
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The obituary talks of his smile. I imagine it breaking through his face like a thunderhead, frantic like a hunted...
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Fire blight has touched the pear, and the bright leaves And rounding fruit crumble to ashes despite the sun, The...
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put on Atom Heart Mother and guide him to sit on the edge of the bed with lit candles on...
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says I’m divine like a banana split he can’t say no to. When he calls my name he shouts...
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I wait for you while the sun seeps out of tea bags in backdrop of overnight porcelain retrieved from cold...
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Whiplashings of sun run down arms that squeeze necks as if to say: the hot floods my air filters when...
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You and I, at opposite ends of the universe, perform our unusual dance, you, spinning clockwise to the delight of...
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Words says the janitor I just keep getting swept away till the floor is clean— that educated shine polished with...
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Got so high I finally felt like myself. (more…)
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