You are too winter and I am rising.
Lukewarm will not do,
I bid adieu to our I do.
You are a splinter I keep sanitizing.
Snowstorms will not do,
in this field of mildew.
I rid this flu,
It’s all I can do.
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The Feeding
A dusty fan circulated across the room from one end to the other. It’s been a while since Augustus put it to use, so he couldn’t blame the junk for its inability to remember its single duty. Arkansas hasn’t had a summer night like this since he was a child. He lay in his damp […]
The Sparrow’s Sow
Father feeds the birds gathered in the barn Though never seeing his hand Sparrow is told to thank him But it was her mother who flew into the sky And brought a penny to the nest. It is the same hand Sparrow is told to thank That provides the cat its dinner A repast out […]
I Was Lying in the Sun
I was lying in the sun, Near juniper shrubs and storybook villas. Not enough profit and pleasure in the telling of, The tapping of a cigarette, The brush of bare knees, A long draught of wine, Closing the shutters on balconies, With blinds made of lace at Angel’s Bay. Red watermelon hues. I’ve read […]
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