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Turret
From beyond my sight, shots echo off the rise; dampened answers stroll like summer thunder, and I wonder whether the staccato roar we hear is just the first – whether, were we stationed in the valley...
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Anne and Jo
Inkwells, blots, drafts in the fire, impulse to vault the split rail like a boy at the first suggestion of the question ahead, at the enveloping wait for an answer. Refusals bubble like leavening, like...
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Torch
Hand’s-width of comfort anchored to stone sheds light like the fragrance of home from the hearth after decades of stew and fire, a palisade glow to keep driven-out terrors from rising again, to mark...
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Snow
Past Christmas, past midnight, we improvise shovels, heave snow from garbage can lids to the heft of the hedge, our capacitive gloves taking on water, our scarves trailing through the gathering drift....
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What I Got from the Exes
Long enough past and most things are just mine, and only hard-honed can my memory track the trace of a gold helix chain – years ago broken in three – or roses composted or letters regrettably burned....
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Another Minecraft Poem
A random place but one we made once we wandered to it, one peopled at first by only we two, unearthed from the hillside and shored in grey stone. The walk and the roof forever snowed under, the regular...
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Patching
My heart is patched, not like a scholar’s sleeves or a vagabond’s bindle, but like a sandbox adventure pressed too soon to gold. Travel enough and its rhythms lurch and quaver, its codes devolve into...
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Scrabble
The ease of up, of us, he and me, we do and go until the simple pairs, the ax and the ox, pass to oi, to ow, to serrated burn of aa, blast and flay of oe. crack of broken os. Tagged: games
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Rejection Champagne
Cold from the Target case, sweeter than victory’s revenge, like apples stewed in a nephew’s asked-for sugar – twice the recipe’s measure, simmered to a comatose syrup. An hour in and still it...
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Curiosity
The startled wake that follows thunder, bark, or clatter at the door, then ascending bends through drift and dream: We roused ourselves once for a listening wait. The days since then have pattered out,...
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Fatigue
Dwindle-glide of an ice-blue bar or hazy dial’s engulfing glow, I hang from the desperation of fist hammered into cliff while the razee drifts like shattered cork below. I ballasted my pockets with...
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Return
You bore a gilded query and a welcome, a call to quest and a key half blade, half seed, with the barest hint toward a furrow I followed from cairn to col to buckling columns and a staircase leading...
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Voices
Crow’s caw declaring a scissoring mind on obsidian wing, murderous conspiracy in a flocking raid before the flash of a pan triggers flight from the corn, or a killdeer’s pip like a piccolo, painting a...
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The Sleep Zoo
Snow fell last night in the sleep zoo – Totoro’s toes and Totoro’s top traced flute and bass between the pangolin and the Fennec fox, whose ears (with the wing of the sleepy mourning dove) kept the...
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Poster
I took a poster from my chair - roll and band, it might have been a sword, a major’s spun baton, a habitat to be slowly chewed to bedding, but with me in the halls, it became a key, a lighted scrim, a...
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Lost Cities
Five roads unfinished, undestined, banked with a scatter of coin, their heads pitted like a henhouse’s seed-stippled ground, clawed and pecked, every path too low or high to keep a footing on. At every...
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Maxwell’s Island
Lure of knowledge, invention’s snare, in a sepia flash of smoke and villain I found myself jettisoned here, with not even a flint or a flare. I don’t mind it, though. I don’t mind the rain, the cobbles...
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The 68th Night
All of it came together as “not only” with “but also”: winter and night, the hammer and the bees, then an orbit by the fire, planet’s tether tying inferno to the void, supplication, stings, suspense...
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Songbird
Nest struck through and scattered, scaffold stems and lichen skin collapsing and adrift – the surprised songbird falls, featherless flail and flounder, shattered eye and rent wing trailing like a ruse...
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Eclipse, Remotely
The moon dimmed opposite the world from us, dimmed in a shuttering we both missed, its slide a slow eyelid drowsing down with the waning afternoon, with our waning wakefulness, waning attention drawn...
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