Words

Reflections on Baking

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Who knew the pecans float to the top ofthe pie? Who knew —When a knife comesclean it is done? While...

‘Hope and the Odds Make Poor Bedfellows,’ JL

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The celebration in Wuhan is a galaxy of lights.The temporary hospitals are torn down, the mallsare reopened. A man fixes his daughter’s...

A Body Built of Folk and Lore

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Deep in the hills and between the streams. Where fables are passed and the willows weep. Where wind flows through the tree tops. And the children grow...

Last Night

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what does everyone want to do for their last night on earth walk the high wire bend over backwards look up at the stars until they start to look...

Upon Realizing I am a Circus Bear

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wow i am a circus bear i am big and formed in the wilderness of my own cognitive dissonance i was once wading in the torrent of...

Hello

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I watch your skin breathe pain tells us we need a change I think if you were awake you’d be kissing me senseless but you aren’t and...

the river that cries

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had it been different had it been otherwise i might not have conceived such an elaborate disguise as we walked, that night along the river that cries for...

Three Poems

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accomplice he shoves a rusty crowbar into my hands i want you to climb up on...

I Wish To Know You

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I wish to know you in blinding light, I wish to know you in radiant stars. Your kiss like the sea’s jetting mist,the wish...

Instrument of Vibration

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In reverie I drum with open handsall over my naked chest legs stomach,beating into this life a rhythm,percussing the guts beneath my...

This Small Skull Once Belonged

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I have never felt connected to anything, not even my own body. I am trying  to...

open book (start on page one, or anywhere?)

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some days — if by days you mean libraries (i’m my own library) —i file myself under fiction;some days, anthologies  during regular...