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Sorrowful Lines from the COVID Front Lines
I will tell you the thing / I will never forget. / Watching them die / in breathless regret…
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Fieldwork ’95
Let me tell you how bad it is: / Last week / my neighbor was out in the field / trying to get some kind of crop in. / He got stuck….
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fingers through my hair
First published in the Fall 1995 edition of “Reflections,” a quarterly by Wordshop Publications in Conway, Ark.
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hearts are falling
in the 13th month / hearts are falling / colorless cutouts / hang from the glass
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one-six-twenty
one-six-twenty sundown america, one-six-twenty.two-eleven morning tehran, wherethe clutter flutters, shaking downavenues of the blood oath. vengeance! the echoes cryvoices of thousandsricochet stone wall to stone wall,sleepless to sleepless, dust to dust. their general is dead.ours is mad.eyes wild, master of allself images on multiple screens. genius! the compliment fliesinner voice Read more…
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“a million miles…”
Short walk.Softly snow falls,quiet, seeing. A flake floats, hovering moment.Changes the wayback, continues to descend. Surfer skimming crystal.Tender power, creation,cutback along the crest. Then on down.Down down downbelow the swell. Crunches underboot.Breathless momentinterrupted. Rigs on the highway.Distance of thousands,far. But not so. Sounds another dimension.Gliding across waves,a million miles across. Read more…
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Child’s Religion
This early morning quiet / Many inches on the ground / Falling softly still, six-fifteen / Straight down, not a sound….