Molly Aldrich
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The Day the Mill Killed Larry McCormickA Poem by Molly AldrichAfter Our Valley by Phillip Levine. |
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A Partial History of My DeathA Poem by Molly AldrichMy hair is a blonde whip,you told me. My teeth are gargoyles,the guardians of breath, but more beautifulthan a gargoyle’s stone dreams.Why do we.. |
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SamsonA Poem by Molly AldrichAfter Clyve played Samson by Regina Spektor on the piano in my loft. |
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We Must Hate Ourselves and Each OtherA Poem by Molly AldrichFor Eric. |
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The SpoilsA Poem by Molly AldrichAll is fair. |
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Today, I'm Ginsberg. Today, I'm Palahniuk.A Poem by Molly AldrichI am not a poetI am not a museI am not a loverI am not a great story told in segments by the wandering shamans.I am not written in car tires. In the g.. |
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Of Clouds and ConcreteA Poem by Molly AldrichFor Steven, the tallest person I know. I guess the pebbles were right and we were wrong. |
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The Nobody Somebody or: UnbreathedA Poem by Molly AldrichThe Nobody Somebodycouldn’t cup water in his handswithout it tiptoeing down his knuckles.He did not understand this.I met The Nobody Somebody on.. |
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New York NightsA Poem by Molly AldrichI don’t remember muchfrom the night Mad Max died.I remember the drool on the kitchen floor from when I fellface down and didn’t bother put.. |
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Her Name Is November and It’s 4:00 In the Mo..A Poem by Molly Aldrichhe’s nothing Brian Adams sang about.She’s more Johnny Rotten’s kind of girl.When she turns on her side,canyons fall around her hip b.. |
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