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Gloria can you learn how to place an iv hitch hiking an emergent vet visit on your way to San Diego his teeth spattere...

Lilies of the Valley And then everything blooms.  Snowdrops dot the hillside, redbuds blush dark pink, and one morning the sc...

T&R Farms A brisk, self-confident wind touches the brackish pond— a sludge green that broods and broods un...

The theft of George Botha’s silence Comrade, elsewhere there’s progress in a distillate that can’t be erased from public lif...

Generic Trump Speech Wow. UN. BELIEVABLE. UN. BELIEVABLE. We have amazing people. I’m self-funding. I’m putting in my own money. I’...

Here and Now/Then and There Love walks out of the same door it came in by, the aperture between heart and mind be grateful f...

Night Walk I am not thinking, or walking for any reason though I calculate these steps. the madness in me is breathing in...

Pewter is not what defines color, for this poem I wrote was before love, before the darkness poured a half bo...

It’s True She was small, dried tobacco  tinted and beautiful; she sold me three-dollar wine and new notebooks a...

Black Snake Driving We drive north to the next town; pass fields of stubble, grey in late summer heat. The ...

Dog Pulled forth by a line of scent, the dog’s snout snakes through hissing grass — I jerk his neck, master  to slave, and...

Solitude I let her in for the winter, Solitude. She arrives in December and stays till May. She likes the b...

The Threaded Loop Gown of salmon and mantelet over the coast she shoulders with the winter sun.  I finger a p...

Settling They did what they desired, pursued a dream until it evaporated, relinquishing then to the arduous c...

Whether or Not They Will Ever Understand The man tries to solve himself. He breathes himself in and out, full of ...

Approach Relearn the approach toward word Like the bread-handed child coaxing a bluejay For the feather and blue close-up to...

  Splinter The stairs wound tightly and to the left but doing so at their own tempo. The fact that they were not quite narrow enough prev...

AMBULANCE Magician, how did a silk scarf hide in the hollows in my heart muscles, a magic carpet that e...

Beach Collection Into the oily swell the sun drops it’s day end heat. A kite’s rustle sound manoeuvres wheeling and s...

Twenty years ago yesterday the Sydney music scene lost one of its most dynamic performers and talented songwriters. I am referring, of cour...