Out of time

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About Bob

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Words

My story

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I wonder why it is by all accounts that what I’ve arranged is as yet fixedwhen night makes up for lost time with me.Now...

When we howl

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When we howl, we howl as oneAgainst the breakersAgainst the silenceAgainst the bone When we howl, we’re calling to you,“Ahwooooooooo!”Saying, I see you, I hear...

Notes From the Hanged Woman

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Face it, we’re wind From womb to the blue prom. Remember me licking Cream off your belly? I swing soft breasts Over the bones of the forgotten. Creation and death Harbor...

Untitled

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Night watch on the ship’s prow, The stars are out in disorder Every thing ever been seen By naked eye / Is out tonight. Michael Stephen Levinson is...

Navajo Peak (a poem in two voices)

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In the winter of 1948 a plane crashed in the Indian Peaks west of Boulder, Colorado. It took three days to recover the three...

Garden Graves

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To my surprise, there are still three Cardinal Climbers which have bloomed in the chill of mid-October; their regal red trumpet petals open & held high...

Turnaround

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One hundred and eightyDegree turnaroundMade several timesIn one lifetime— From numbers runner and burglarBreaking into mansions of moneyed White menTo writer and Muslim messengerReaching into...

Two Minutes to Midnight

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Under the super-blue-blood-moon      the truth eclipsed, Two minutes left to love you ( time enough, perhaps, to contemplate  ,  why .. Just footsteps in to...

For the Sake of Strangers

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No matter what the grief, its weight,we are obliged to carry it.We rise and gather momentum, the dull strengththat pushes us through crowds.And then...

The Gift Inside

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Surprisingly dominant the hard world — flags and batons, limos and air-conditioners, mounted mooseheads, bullets. Our soft bodyshells must conform or be shed. Yet the totems within our heads are not lampposts without lamps. Nothing the...

Landmarks

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Editor’s note: Former CU Boulder assistant professor Khadijah Queen read this original poem at the March 25 Fairview High School vigil for the victims...

Viewer’s Choice

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Those who can afford tickets to the theater, opera, savoring the culture of a city of prosperity, where millions skimp on meals, worry about their children denied opportunity because of poverty, tormented...