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The Chaplain and the Crow

A Poem by Dead Poetix

The chaplain waits in the doorway,like a crow on a black branch in winter,looking for glittering things lying lost in the snow. She swoops into the ho..

First Days in Winter

A Poem by Dead Poetix

White vapor cascades downthe frosted windowpane.The tingling shower heaton my neck. The forked veinson my left hand, the brown molebelow my sternum, m..

Watching Children in Winter

A Poem by Dead Poetix

--for Po Chu-iWhat glorious gumdrops are these?They move in the white snow--red, yellow, blue, green--shining brightly. Wondrous Christmas!Single file..

To the Man We Called Father

A Poem by Dead Poetix

-- to Robert BlyYou wanted us to be your children, born and liftedto you in golden light, heirs to your tools and words.You wanted to bear us on your ..

How to Fold Time

A Poem by Dead Poetix

In the hours it takes to drive across one state, stitch the twelve inch wound shut on your right hand, one you have cradled since childhood. Work w..

The Classroom

A Poem by Dead Poetix

To the fish, I ask,"What are your dreams?"and they sit silently in the water.So I wait for them to crowd aroundthe question---poking, and nibbling.I k..

Miracles at Night

A Poem by Dead Poetix

A dream I had about the poet Thom McGrath a long time ago: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/thomas-mcgrath

Cell Phone Calls

A Poem by Dead Poetix

At a green light she looks left across two impassable lanesof traffic and you honk the horn (in your head). You're behind her.The silhouette of a hand..

Orbits

A Poem by Dead Poetix

Each winter is distant, but then in summerwhen I swing closer and closer to youI get hotter and hotter. But each year spins further out from the last...

To a Chorus of Crows

A Poem by Dead Poetix

The trees are full of the thick loud fruit of crows,dancers, talking in tongues. Touched byfullness they sway back and forth, wailingsomething more th..