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A walk around the block in my parents’ neighborhood at dawnwearing mom’s sweater and pop's sneakers with a clown hole cut out for toe inf..
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I’ve written enough small poetryto start a nuclear war.Do you want to die in trafficbehind the wheel of your car? Or in yr rodeer camp next fall..
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From marble and granite to steel and glass,we were discussing Rhina Espaillat’s On the Avenue in class,was it 1950s or 1980s NYC and were the fi..
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Quiet, dawn, Covid.Biggest accomplishment yesterday: buying toilet paper.Thanking the young cashier for doing her job.Feeling a little sick, wearing m..
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Start now knowing joy,that’s an order,overcome a deepening solitude.Like a bee at a bugleor me at the delion Third Avenue.I said to Joe when do ..
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Carrying a sleeping baby.Cleaning after a successful party.Camping beyond mountains more mountains.Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City.Eat..
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I’ve never put a candidate’s bumper sticker on my car before--why not take sides--"what are you waiting for?Death puts a stop to daily low..
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Nothing more intimate than sleepwake before dawn, go downtownprepare for tomorrow, come home from work late.Most cities prosper undisturbedsleeping pe..
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The Stop & Shop strike v. Game of Thrones. In Game what’s not made plainis the condition of the peoplecompared with warriors and queens.Ther..
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The moon gazesthrough April’s silver maple.To work, to drive,to drive to work.Earth's half-in, half-outof the sun’s habitable zone.The rus..
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