Poetry
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it was a day like any
it was a day like anythrough the upstairs hallway most of the afternoon had passedall the doors out of the daylit hours remained closedin the time behind one of those closed doors i sleptread studied wrote talked to myself sleptthen the habit of the years was brokenas the late afternoon sun litthe hallway through a Continue reading
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yesterday’s birth was bred
yesterday’s birth was brednine months ago or sono bullleft handforearm almost to the elbow plastic baggedpushed into the cow through the asscervix graspedneedle in the right handthick as a slender finger pushedinto the cow through the vulvathrough the cervix in the handinto the muscle skinnedbag the uterussemen in the needle releasedbull in the semen turnedloose Continue reading
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i want the coffee
i want the coffee to come to my cup madeto be cherished and enjoyedlike a mother knitted sweaterso tell me always how mariaand the many who bringpails full of cherry babies pickedfrom coffee plantspour them outover the hundreds of thousandsthe millions who sleepalready in the bed made for them on the concrete pad patio under Continue reading
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we watched
we watchedthat starless moonless horizon riseup like a curtainthe slow fade of the night i’d have rather watched the slow dawn from the preshow dark in the theatrewe watched the slow daybreak go up the plain as a stage revealeda set furnishedacross with chevaux de frise 1 with a few trees their historiestheir futures in Continue reading
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yard dog
yard dogopen your eyesopen the full measure of sorrow that isthe touch of basset in youthat sorrow will neither increaseto your eyes norwhen you gallop up the driveway bark joyat the return of the car that carried awaythe bossman the wife the son the daughterwhen you run and leap the happy lab in youin circles Continue reading
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the streets by which she goes
the streets by which she goesevery morning this morning they’rewinter streets but chinook fevered Continue reading
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deeper the casket lies
deeper the casket lies under earth like an egyptian horde under watermoses comestretch your staff over the gravegrave openlike a road between cliffscasket in the middle of the road openwide as a yawn exposethe skull the wrinkleddust on an aged face that peelsfalls away exposesa ball of boneholes in the skull where wereopa’s ears where Continue reading
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all around us moonbeams spark
all around us moonbeams sparkoff cannons wheeled round the battlementslate window light by late window light behind us goes out the castle keep darkens up and goes slowly to sleepand now light unscriptedheaven’s light the light of helllight from the world that was and from the world that is to come light light in the Continue reading
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windblown snowflakes swirl
windblown snowflakes swirlflake by flake beyond the glassthe sky is falling Continue reading
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further downriver
further downriverbefore the old man mates with the bow and passes its genetics and its defectsas an inheritanceinto its south saskatchewan* offspringto either side in winterstubble on the faces of sleeping fields whose crops were last shaved in october protrude through thin sheets of snow or lie snuggled under heavy blanketslike an addict in a Continue reading
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