Poetry
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uncritical doubt of morn’
Good morn’ to the trauma circles of (re)stilled debt like a flyer’s mask under the winded cushion un-protruding and unannounced, villainous in its discourse, intrepid in its cast iron doubt...
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Evening kisses with God
Where I had assumed, perhaps too comfortably, that God would talk me off the ledge, I hear Her say, “I never told you I would talk you off the ledge....
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Top visiting countries, Top read poems – for January
Top visiting countries outside the United States, which held the super-majority, as it does most months: Germany Great Britain Belgium Top three after the Top Three: India Canada France Top...
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Endpiece
Every morning feels like God is close to having something to say. There were certainly times when She/He/They did speak, but we would not hear with elevation. We only stringed...
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Tinctured with the gusts of demoralizing Canary introjection
Heard you came in place of your loved crisis. Are we saving each other or haunting one another? There is a time for godly crepitation along the sands, sand lost...
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Short note on Irish poet Lynda Tavakoli’s two books of poems on Gaza
I read that an Irish poet, Lynda Tavakoli, published not one, but two books of poetry about Gaza. This is wrong and unethical. Yes, poets should be writing about Gaza...
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wages for vivisection
Dedicated to Haley Heynderickx, Max García Conover, and Woody Guthrie It depends on the cold if you will sleep or not and even at that point you think about those too...
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fieldnotes of an earthly hospital
to have never known God to have never been buried alive ginger weights like pail sand osteopathic deer hunting ambulance exhausted salt morphine exposure in the haunted cold of an...