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Piano rolls through stride
and boogie, bop and dissonance,
flatted fifths, the vapors
of a world gone Jazz.
At the Philharmonic it was black
an..
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America, and I'm not agreeing
with you but remember when
we were young, and I could still
jump high enough to catch
lightning bugs in a jar withou..
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This poem is a variation of a Glosa, a Spanish poetic form that begins with a quote (sometimes, but not always, by another writer) and weaves it into ..
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Halfway across the universe
an aging star explodes
in a previously unknown
galaxy. I wonder
was it Liz? Fay? Timothy
Leary is already exploded...
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Something about Sunday.
The moment crosses over.
2:00 PM last time I looked
At the clock noon still watched
From the blind but the quality
Of l..
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I hadyour oldparty dress. Pink and girly
frilled, belled above my scabby knees.
Mama put a bow in my hair, combed me
to a satin lie. I put my bike ..
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She stands before him, eyes cast
down in sleeveless dress,
long arms bare-skinned.Tender flesh
close enough for him to breathe
her fragrant hair s..
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If you listen to thewind
you'll hear whispers,
the grind of roller skates,
a flap of sheets on the line,
a careless singsong of girls
willvani..
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It wasan ocean of blue
with siren foam that carried
me froma brokenhome.
It was a ribbonofblack, a narrow
path thatwound loamy deep
by thes..
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I
They crowd close, surround
the barn. Sometimes branches embrace
the air. Sometimes they loom, point at me.
II
They are in my purview. I watch..
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