Words

My life as a ditch

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I am a ditch. I live in the ground. When the water flows through me it washes along my sides with a familiar tingling that I...

Navajo Peak (a poem in two voices)

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In the winter of 1948 a plane crashed in the Indian Peaks west of Boulder, Colorado. It took three days to recover the three...

The Gift Inside

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Surprisingly dominant the hard world — flags and batons, limos and air-conditioners, mounted mooseheads, bullets. Our soft bodyshells must conform or be shed. Yet the totems within our heads are not lampposts without lamps. Nothing the...

All Forms Will Have an End

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991 homes were burned into oblivion On Thursday, December 30th, 2021. The fire did not discriminate. If the houses were beautifully kept Or cluttered and in...

If I could fight

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Dear diary, I felt a new emotion after weeks on end of nothing but fatigue; it was hatred for the human race It's been getting worse after coming so...

Rosa

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A rose projects its beauty in so many shapes and colors.  The aroma of elegance brings a soothing comfort to the soul like the first...

in the places between (unsettled correspondences of a relentless personal nature)

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and sometimes all i got, seth is a lengthy corridor filled with the sounds and the shufflings of shoes and sober interludes on a long train ride going...

Orpheus Bluejay

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My shadow has no calories, so I peel it off the front porch and pour it in my coffee cup. You say it can’t be...

September Dawn

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The swift and cold pre-autumn rain,  Will not, dear life, have come in vain.  The last burst of green life given In dried beds of aged creeks...

With Windows Shut Tight

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No clouds today but the sky is white: like a negative image of the night the air is coated the distant trees are gray, smothering the day in bleakness in poison in sadness as fires rage  further...

Comedy on stage, tragedy off

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Studying fairy tales taught Mona Awad that beauty is humanity’s kryptonite. “I’m fascinated by the shadow side of the things that we worship and hold...

Americans are returning to their rituals

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pack your emergency go-bags, fireand flood are riding the waveof optimism don’t forget the iodine! Anne Waldmansays, we’re taking off our sweatersAndrew Schelling says—the poetsundressing, the climate...