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Wasted

1. On the darkest days of pandemic I avoid the rooms with the tools I could easily use to kill myself. I’ve almost certainly witnessed a few animals die of their own volition. Squirrels, insects, a...

Tornado Back Home

It was the sound of stirring stone fruits In a stationary blender, and the screens Guarded discernment, and slats faced the wrong Way, smoke alarm pierced with...

Summer. You.

What tells you ripeness, Love? What tells you wonder? To green a bud to bloom, to burst, to plunder Spring’s Dear light. Who is most wonderful?...

In the Weeping Willow Tree

In the weeping willow tree I have been anywhere Imagined myself anywhere. In Africa The one great green tree++I believe is Africa And the dry desert mud...

amercurial

may it remain unchartered, chatter of latesinging mockingbirds, it is daybreak no matter when awakened. how else to halt the haunting but to avoid the night? all...