literary
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i never thought as I carried her over the threshold
i never thought as i carried her over the thresholdthat the october wind would blowthis cold and this continuous through the wallfrom around the window frame in the wallit blows down on where the child’ll sleepblows the pilot light in the gasfurnace out and this with cold comingback in augustwe’d planned to put a crib… Continue reading
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the house
the house sways and the wind blows and calms and blows and changes direction you rise from your bed and mom rises from beside you and me and mel and alice rise we don’t talk while you dress we don’t talk while you eat we don’t talk when you turn and smile and wave your… Continue reading
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before blondes before brunettes before redheads came
before blondes before brunettes before redheads cameto this country werethere deerskin robes with fringes and beads and bells wornby women who faced the fire orangecrack of light at day risein a season between leaf bud and leaf fall were there women who faced the fire orangecrack of light that dividedthe dark sky from the darker… Continue reading
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snow coils in the street
snow coils in the streetdrift of pale anacondaair squeezed out of tires Continue reading
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through a hole in a wood
through a hole in a wood plank face of a tent on a fencepostbeaks wide open baby swallows two or three a band of amateur birds a choirof voices that haven’t maturedthat haven’t trained to singthey cheep cheepcheepfrom the stage that is a floorof block wood in a small house made of two one by… Continue reading
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