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When Women Drink Bloody Marys
no hot sauce
when life is sweet
the bills paid,
the kids keeping their kids
the men faithful, the reports
posit..
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Jack
Morning, anda chandelier of snow hangs heavy
over the tin of Jack's barn.
He leans into the doorway, watching his house.
From here, he ca..
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Leaf less
Leaf less, the trees reveal a tangle
of misguided limbs
This new profile leaves them
without direction,
without the covering,
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Gray Bird on a Limb
There is a gray bird ona limb
wrapped in some remembered thing.
Perhaps it is something simple.
An unsuccessful dive
that ..
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This poem is my daughter. When her father died at the end of March, she was away at school. She returned to tell him goodbye. From the moment of her b..
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Knocking Down Shards
Where the ceiling fell
there are still pieces wedged
in an aesthetic of poverty
I seethe raggedy edge
of a total col..
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breaking light
there is a light at high morning
andI am sleeping in
so I grope for the shade rope
but it all falls down
shade, ro..
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There is a White Girl
There is a white girl on this mountain
that hungers for a nightingale
because it has a pretty name
She loves the white..
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I Notice I Am Crazy Now
This morning I turn to my place
of coffee with the cardinal's mate
She does not have his deepest red.
She is the gra..
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Carolina Turnip Bed
There is an old pattern of planting
in hills & harvesting near cold
The tenacity of a turnip's grip
into a long, slow gr..
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