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Independent Living I hurry to the gate and plead with apples falling from the tree grass bound and brown, but sweet inside, a vinegar tinge,..

God I am attending this one mass to bring what you brought first to me to give you back the gift of these, an arm of prayers, a hand of hope, ..

Tape Me, I'm Yours. Outside the window, it is cold. The lily roots lie in a tapestry of hills. The leaves freeze into a metal bloom. A gag of ..

Mazie Dean at the Kitchen Pants Tonight, Mazie Dean is playing at the Kitchen Pants. She has that mercy, mercy, starvation voice that warbles, be..

My Children With Their Beautiful Eyes Our inner transparencies are colored by life. The world is big and always hungry. Sand, clay, and thorns st..

I Am Looking For A Blue Star I am looking for a blue star. I am not afraid to travel without luggage. I moisten my tongue with the stones that I..

I Am Tired Now You may choose if you want to stay or not. I am too exhausted to be too exact, having dredged up the last euphemism of kindness I..

very, very tired..

the hooves of my horse the hooves of my horse on a sunny day splash grass and search for byways she has no fraud in her mane of exploration her..

Dreams of a Hard Headed Woman If you find me with my hand hanging in a loose palm up off the bed, you assume that I am sleeping, but beneath th..