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Losing count again--Violets climbing the hillfaster than we walk

Call the fire department. Tell them to evacuatemy whole home town--I’ve syphoned keroseneout of the heaters in the barn again.The aching in the ..

The concrete slab of our front porch Became a runway for me to strut new Summer hand-me-down fashions. A black garbage bag was my wardrobe, ..

I'm back from the dead.

Our names are a bouquet of balloons. She loses her grip on the strings In the K-Mart parking lot. Each globe rises above her head, ..

New Year’s first sunset-- My neighbors’ voices fading Behind our fence line

Landscapes I use to validate my life Are frozen in a state of emergency. The familiar shine of street lamps On the silver rails o..

Childhood sculptures on public Beaches are like scribbles on an Etch a sketch screen. Children borrow hieroglyphs From e..

I’ve left so much of myself On Commonwealth Avenue under Vacant seats on the Green Line. No Charlie Card is required ..

Details about my first collection of poetry.