1. Advent From the us that made you with a little help from the everlasting universe, from valley dust and sun, from beans and escarole -- here is your spring-sprung shout-out, dance move in sequined slippers as we wait for...
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A knowing stare: the dingy wings holding still Across from the stammering girl, her legs planted On the leafy dirt, her eyes caught in stunning silence, He holds her helpless heart in his gaze. How can this bird of football...
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                                                                         will it come out in threads and clumps   or in a cookie-cutter tadpole shape perfectly curvilineal and convexed  just like the pictures enlarged on the examination room wall     like a miniature edamame bean smooth soft and furry   in fits and starts eruptive tidal waves...
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One -- two -- three, she counts and drops the seeds in shallow holes. Bye-bye, she says. See you soon! Palms pat the dampened soil. Hands clasp and twirl a daisy stem. One -- two -- three, she counts and...
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Let us now contemplate the anger of our sons. Dear mothers, the time is past. The house will have to stand. A love that trashes all understanding. Objects can't teach. It is too late for sectional couches. The home is...
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A mother picks up the phone. "Come get me," says her son, his voice choked with captivity. The mother is pulled through the phone line into another life of handcuffs and highbeams. The line is ticking, like life parsed out...
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