Posts tagged Poetry

The Baptist

Every night I touch my lips to her face, lower them into the cold water of the creek bed, the water pushing around my mouth, making my teeth ache, closest I ever get to being…

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Embody

New York Times, October 24, 2019 LONDON —The 39 people found dead in a refrigerated truck trailer in southeastern England . . . .  We  don’t  know  much.  The authorities said they were Chinese.  Later, …

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Corn

Corn chips, on the cob, in a can, the mash-bill of his bourbon he was expecting, even the feed of cows turned steak, hamburger he ate no second thought, but then his soda, ketchup (all…

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An All or Nothing Machine

People don’t grow up the way they used to. By which I mean— sometimes I store trash in the freezer to make it to garbage day.              I harness the cold              to disinfect my jeans. My…

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Three Poems

Going Out of Business Here, at the end of all things, or at least the end of the mall, where in another lifetime my aunt wore heels and bright suits every day, took me to…

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