Sometimes it’s not the infant’s holy face that awes us
Poetry
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Not Jumping
The honest power of a winter-shocked sun is doing its best but it still looks like the scarce light is coming from the blue. The sky among the clouds is like chipped paint— nothing is falling, though. Face your fears, they said. I remember trying to forget all about that […]
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Iphigenia Leaving Tauris
In the wind I lose the tumble of bone-white rocks down the hillside in summer
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Lessons
So near holidays. For now, celebratetheir nearness. Brush the cat hair offof coats, collect the hackberry leaves.Winter threatens is unfair; it menaceslike sleep, like hunger. Cheer a killingfrost but mourn the lettuce, the orchidyou snap, an accident, not meaning tobe an ender. Less time now for re
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The Visual Food Encyclopedia
Sky grey as gunmetal,cross breeze cold front raw and cuttingfrom the west, afternoon light thinand abstinent. This has becomeour November, monthwhen I sit down to writesome catastrophe of a poemon the warm broth, sageand lemon stuffed autumn birdsmall fingerling, loose leaf dragonwelllong tongued wa
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Autumn Day
Lord: it is time. Bright summer fades away.Let sundials darken as your shadows grow.Set loose your winds across the open fields. Let the last fruit still ripen on the vine,And give the grapes a few more southern daysTo warm them to perfection, and then pressTheir earthy sweetness into hea
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At the Edge of Mississippi
the murky water veiled those pleas
the history books obscure as when numbers
steal prisoners’ names.
