Poetry

Driving Through

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Issues, Spring 2019 ♦
safe car on safe road and highway switchbacks baby girl with those gray wristbands on plastic pellet resting between tendons keeping her stomach still or at least stiller than the black car and its sticky summer seats tight gridlines on the backs of our thighs little white house peeking up…
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Crow Song

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Issues, Spring 2019 ♦
Wet pavement rides the ridges up to where the forest breaks like hair when the taut newness of a scar writes that desire is black feathers caught in the heads of dried goldenrod, that grief’s blue lines run over hands and between knuckles, that death, after rain, leaks its sweet…
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Cave of Forgotten Dreams

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Issues, Winter 2019 ♦
After Werner Herzog Four charcoal horses animate in torchlight, that flickering first projector, sans horsemen, pre-Apocalypse. Red ochre palm print by the cave mouth like a house number, or graffito, preserved by landslide— a human touch kept from human touch for 32,000 years, the terms of ingress sealed like a…
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Not All That Much

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Fall 2018, Issues ♦
It wasn’t all that much, you might say, nothing to write home about, just a heavy green floor of ground cedar and springy peat littered with reindeer moss and lichened stones, here and there evidence of flying squirrels, muddy punctures in the cloth of the moss, and coyotes, their ropey,…
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Letters to Asylum

Letters to Asylum

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Fall 2018, Issues ♦
1. August 17, 1960 Dear Sir: The fall rages on with no regard for grieving mothers. We are lonesome on this hill without her. Everybody cries. Soon we’ll have blood red leaves scattered across the pastures. Regarding my daughter, how is she getting along? It’s so hot the dogs’ tongues…
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Praxis

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Fall 2018, Issues ♦
The soil is blackened with years of the north farm’s manure. Speckled green lifts from the unseen             white flecks of lettuce             seed sown weeks earlier. Faith. Hope. Charity. The large words of religion          …
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