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SeasonA Poem by JRWinter yawns, parts her hair slips on her silver silk nightgown and prepares to go to bed; Spring yawns and stretches opens her glorious .. |
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UnabashedA Poem by JREarly spring weeds in my yard lattice-like weave across the hard scrabble dig in with their insistent toes and unfurl themselves verdant a.. |
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Low PlacesA Poem by JREvery evening my loneliness gathers around me like ground fog gets into my crevasses and cracks into my vales and valleys all my low place.. |
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ThrillA Poem by JRI was cutting corners when I held the softest parts of her to my lips riding out the curves I found on her body, inertia in my fingert.. |
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Horses at the DropA Poem by JRThere is always time for sorrow like horses, who run with the wind along the sloped line of the drop hooves sure as thunder they don&rsquo.. |
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Poetry of HerA Poem by JRIt has gone to my head like wine unfurled from my veins as velvet wrapped my heart with heat and my lungs with hefty air this .. |
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Throwing KnivesA Poem by JRWe threw knives at the old dead pine he’d marked off a distance with a toe in the rust of the rich dirt he said, it’s two and a .. |
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FroggerA Poem by JRWhen I was a kid we found these frogs living in a big puddle in the neighborhood. I thought it would be funny to make a frog dizzy and see if he hoppe.. |
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ConductorA Poem by JRHe liked to play dress up wear costumes and the other kids mocked him they’d probably call it cosplay these days, but there wasn.. |
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CannibalA Poem by JRMy beard grows longer, it will cover the hollow of my cheeks where I no longer meet the suburban American ideal it will cover the frown of.. |
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