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wifeafter Ada Limónhusband: throw out the noun. use the verb: use(resources) economically; con-serve. the truth is i am the stout black horseyo..

At twilight, we walk the three dogs in the park; our bulldog pees on the oak trees we pass, marks the same reeking trash can on the way back ..

Men don’t know much about flowers save a few names and their colors. My great-grandmother grew roses in oblong black beds out back,..

In your west garden I woke in deep violet your faint, still silhouette against the sunlit ivy. Were you coming or going? Churc..

We are all in the gutterbut some of us are looking at the stars.- Oscar Wilde If you could read my mind you'd find me on this shore on..

Dawn is a strip of white gauze, yellowing like pus, through the oaks. A mourning dove coos on the power line. I go out, shoeless for a m..

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