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Poetry
Thursday, April 15, 2004 12:00 am
outdoor stage this space so empty in the wind a silence this evening where it seems only the silence itself has meaning until one night in a thousand this nondescript shred of humanity creeps in
Poetry
Thursday, April 8, 2004 12:00 am
sister miriams poem now a dark matter our perfumed space polished with light a woman combing her long hair beyond existence beyond our coming and going where his sandals were a scent lingering fro
Poetry
Thursday, April 1, 2004 12:00 am
i can't think of a title well there is one child standing on two children and these two are standing on three children so that makes six six children and my granddaughter has this stuffed dog named
Poetry
Thursday, March 25, 2004 12:00 am
sad young man singing   crunchbirds and stormfoxes here I am and Im eighteen so what the hell if the light is green Ive got nowhere to go theres my father hes fifty-four theres my mo
Poetry
Thursday, March 18, 2004 12:00 am
in sligo at the grave of yeats limestone slab here at the curbing on the edge of this english cemetery a place for you and wife george your words still sharp from the chisel you commanded would be d
Poetry
Thursday, March 11, 2004 12:00 am
young girl singing my father is looking at me and I am shamefaced I don't know why he is smiling my mother is singing in the kitchen my brothers are winking they are making silly faces I hope he d
Poetry
Thursday, March 4, 2004 12:00 am
cats in chelsea cat #ii meepy fine old white and gray oh marvelous cat sitting upright your four paws contiguous cat for a pharaoh to brag on or a master of zen to envy and who would
Poetry
Thursday, Feb. 26, 2004 12:00 am
mano this stone the life in it those who shaped it trusting their own culture walking this continent simply at home this essential implement these edges indented sides disturbed a form a possibility
Poetry
Thursday, Feb. 12, 2004 12:00 am
cats in chelsea cat #i well sam your white whiskers they are a national treasure how remarkably they express that velvet black face you claim your own it is the face only a senator of cats would car

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