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Poems, etc.

The jake, the poet (and his mother)

Posted Tuesday, February 17, 2015

First, my ass is sore from sitting all day, no time for a nap and…

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Everything I don’t know I learned in Tegucigalpa

Posted Saturday, May 17, 2014

The hiss of dark, the music of concrete, the smell of horns rise in a…

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Rain, Caveman, and Alfonse — three poems

Posted Saturday, March 29, 2014

Rain A flash on the ridge lengthens shadows, dims the wire of ravens, and you…

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Young French Lovers Are No Better Off Than Any Other Kind

Posted Monday, March 17, 2014

Shadow and sunshine are equally shy across the faces of the young French lovers on…

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Morning People

Posted Saturday, March 8, 2014

We like everything to go according to plan and when it doesn’t— we hope that…

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