The Stoplight at the Corner Where Somebody Had to Die

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They won’t put a stoplight on that corner till somebody dies, my father would say. Somebody has to die. And my mother would always repeat: Somebody...

Types of Animals

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after Borges some by branching   by bivalve   by colony   by loping   by leaping some disguised in waiting   in watching   by blending in motion some in color   in...

Agnes Varda, Bill Viola: Two Poems

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Agnes Varda: The Ardent Background   Always in the background of her films, landscape as seeing at times through a window. framed by a curtain held back by a hand....

Capacitance

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Coronary sinus that fills and releases. Cascading breath falls to basin. Small branches stretched exhaling temperamental at best. Thumbprints on frosted glass. Windows outlooking lots. Full of forgotten...

Here’s How It Will Go

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The chest cage and diaphragm, with expansive spirit, cooperate one last time, the discomfort at the depth of the intake a reason to pause, with a sense...

Stay Close to the Willows

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Is a country way of sayin’ remain near home, don’t venture far, keep nearby.   Once you embody shadow under the pine’s umbrella and grace the riverbank, turn around, go no farther.   A...

Farmer’s Market in Pandemic

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The Saturday rite is now a drive-by: we’re all laid back in our masks awaiting our turn. The line stretches far down the street; no one expects to...

Harbinger

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On my walk I notice a hint of yellow on the arched branches of forsythia that grow over an old rock wall— the stones handpicked for fit not...

Ventilator Moon

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A streamlet of breath trickles into shuddering pink caves. Adjust the settings: percent oxygen, breaths per minute, tidal volume. Perhaps tidal volume charts the moon’s pull in anxious blood, a...

the creative gene

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my mother says she has started to see things at the edge of her vision: mice, flies, general disturbers of her immaculate and germ-free peace. she...