Category Archives: Poetry

You stand and watch the patient rain.

i. Hey! Just calling to check in. I didn’t want to call too soon! I was hoping to catch you at home.

With the meats and the poultry all spoiling        for a terrible fight, nutrient extraction is the natural objective.        The produce, too, must be purified.

O merriest, wiliest, and holiest of harlots! ~ Edward IV The poet works the room the way she works words. Her students lead thesauresed lives, ape tropes poached from livid legends, derive new meanings from stale or stolen selves:

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after Helen Hunt Jackson’s “November” This is the beguiling month when autumn days betray my summer lusts,

for Dawn Thompson There is only one rule of any real value

Mrs. Butterworth stands on the windowsill of the Christianson Ranch shack, whose door stands agape with the hasp-screws rotted out.