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the thing with feathers

Easter 2020 A colander dripping away essentialsno one knew to missbefore ladders propped into empty pocketsprompt memories of mountaineersat the peak nostalgic for valleyswhere workers pine for the breakin six foot segmentsboxed in or end to end. Meanwhile spring’scheerful painting … Continue reading

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Wilhelm Reich in Lewisburg

Cows in the yardcorn in the shuckclit clat of Amish horses The sun rises and setson a dead treein a forgotten field The Susquehanna Riverflows cold and darkin the valley Boys roam White Deerwoods with gunsand girls play house This … Continue reading

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A Decadence of Time

A decadence of timeof how you do it& how you live itwe are speaking ofwhat is lost& what is losingwhat is lost in theslipping& what is being lostin the slippingas slippinga decadence of timehow you do ithow you live itspeaking … Continue reading

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Dinosaur Jones

In the chaos of the Trump administration–and at the moment impeachment inquiry and Middle East policy dominating the news–it’s hard to pick one bad move from another out of the pile (at least for those of us whose brains have … Continue reading

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A “double exposure” poem

Finger Pointing with Fire Ants(a double exposure)after Greg Williamson The way the classic sign painters did itHowever the message is readAs real paint, not a widgetNot black but allover redIn a can in a swirling movementColor functions as fire is … Continue reading

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Writing Is Reading

The Wordsafter William Logan The question he could not have anticipated,why do you read a book you don’t like?short-circuited the patterns he’d formulated,stuck a stick through the spokes of his bike. What he’d considered a simple machine appeared to be the … Continue reading

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blood and ashes

Two Men Standing (blood and ashes) There was a third man, a first man, a failed first, a forever failing first. You’ll find him in the blank space to my right, on that pedestal of dirty laundry. He’s gone, was … Continue reading

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