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Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 We wake to woodchips, tree bark hardening in our throats, choke on windowsills brittle as...
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Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 Your pulse confronts my fingers, the ones I used to climb frozen waterfalls in deep...
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Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 the man in a little girl's periwinkle fleece; this man who wears it like a...
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Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 At breakfast, we were granular. We were the great sand desert, and we let the...
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Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 A nest clings to the Maple tree. It is such a small thing made of...
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Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 The orange light of the steamroller at midnight, the shadow trailing. The water in the...
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Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 In Barcelona the pipelines lace the city together, the people swarming in angry consensus. We...
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Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 here sheep don’t outnumber the people but they traverse golden fields in desperately slow three-four...
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Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 i have had a glass or two let’s go with two this room has been...
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Poetry, Vol. 7.4, Dec. 2013 There were no magic beans, but everyone had a magic beanstalk made of copper wire....
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