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Excerpts from the Journal of Dorian GraybyMichael R. BurchIt was not so much dream, as error;I lay and felt the creeping terrorof what I hadbecometake..
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DancerbyMichael R. BurchYou will never change;you range,investing passion in the night,waltzing througha blinding blue,immaculate and fabled light.Do ..
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The Shape of Mourningby Michael R. BurchThe shape of mourningis an oiled creelshining with unuse,the bolt of cold steelon a lockershielding memory,the..
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The Poet's ConditionbyMichael R. Burch(for my mother, Christine Ena Burch)The poet's condition(bother tradition)is whining contrition.Supposedly sage,..
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Sonnet: To Please The PoetbyMichael R. Burchfor poets who still write in meter and rhymeTo please the poet, words must dance―staccato, brisk, a ..
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Lost Worlds Remade AnewbyMichael R. BurchYesterday I saw youas the snow flurries died,spent winds becalmed.When I saw your solemn facealone in the cro..
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What WorksbyMichael R. Burchfor David GosselinWhat works―hewn stone;the blush the iris shows the sun;the lilac’s pale-remembered bloom.The..
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Cyclesby Michael R. BurchI see his eyes caress my daughter’s breaststhrough her thin cotton dress,and how an indiscreet strap of her white braho..
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yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #1by michael r. burchplagued by the Plaguei plague the goldfishwith my verseyet another iffy coronavirus haiku #2by..
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Love's Extreme Unctionby Michael R. BurchLines composed during Jeremy's first high school football game (he played tuba) , while I watched his mother ..
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