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 "wilderness kills" They speak again of cool gardens, of melons split wide, of leeks softening in a pot that never hurri... [read more] |
 Happy birthday to Barron Trump, belated On Friday with his family, quietly celebrated Something his Dad would never do He'd have the... [read more] |
 The strongest version of you is not missing. It is buried. Not by failure, not by fate, but by the small agreements you made with fea... [read more] |
 alone with yourself if that is even possible the internal narrator is somebody else no? as close as it comes to being me but somehow removed... [read more] |
 FINGERLING FINGERING LINGERING IN THE RIGHT SPOT CAN BE PRETTY HOT YOU TEASE BUT DON'T STOP LOOKING FOR TWENTY THREE BUT WHAT CAN THAT MEAN... [read more] |
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TIGHT THINGS CONSTRICT LOOSE THINGS MAY SLIP TOO TIGHT MAKES IT HARD TO BREATHE TOO LOOSE DON'T DO ANYTHING I LIKE TO HAVE BREATHING ROOM DO... [read more] |
 Moments fade away, And the substance there contained; What we're left with, then Is the semblance of a ghost: Who knows what will grow from... [read more] |
 You won't write me a grand poem Or mention me in some great speech Or draw us holding hands Though my assistance is a given... [read more] |
 I drink from a flame that won’t go out, A burning ache I can’t live without; It warms my bones, then cuts me through... A kind of fire that... [read more] |
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The calendar trembles on the wall, Its pages turning when I’m not ready at all; A broken clock keeps calling my name, But nothing it says ev... [read more] |
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“unsigned horizon” The horizon stays unsigned, a gray span that won’t take a mark. The raft holds by its own inward pul... [read more] |
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In laughter shared among the four, We wander through the orange sunset’s glow; The smell of gasoline drifts from the shore, Three voices ris... [read more] |
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I don’t even know how we got here: One minute we’re fine, the next we’re not; I keep replaying what I said, what I feared, Like there’s... [read more] |
 In ’05’s golden glow, the doors swung wide, A Harlem daughter crowned in graceful flame; She laid the table, drawing... [read more] |
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On a frozen lake, I learned to stand, Afraid each step might break the land; But something in me still took part, Keeping time with my beati... [read more] |