Dirty Work

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Orpheus Bluejay

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Words

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...

Decadence Outside Dior’s

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I walked down the avenue of obscenity, of unspeakable wealth, store window displays glazed with million-dollar baubles for women waltzing by in shoes of gold, bandaged faces newly contoured by plastic...

open book (start on page one, or anywhere?)

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some days — if by days you mean libraries (i’m my own library) —i file myself under fiction;some days, anthologies  during regular library business hoursi read myselfas a...

beneath the apple blossoms

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and this time you slipped as a raindrop through the clouds of my forgetfulness to fall like the thought of a forming leaf wearing that dress i remember and laughing at the...

If I Could Fight

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Dear diary,I felt something new todayafter weeks on endof nothing but fatigue;it was hatredfor the human race It’s getting worse againafter coming so closedon’t shine...

The Ins and Outs of Planetary Relocation

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I tie the solar system around your wrist to remind you why Days are longer here. Moon-dipped mapmakers, stellar shelter-seekers, we follow cosmic river shadows through the red valleys...

The Devil’s Advocate is a Pacifist

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As I stared into the eyes of Michael Cohenon the Lucky’s market television; blinded by humanity or lack thereof.I saw a system which breeds...

Understandable

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Uppermost in almost anybody’s mind these days (Not to impute Platonic shape to space) Desire (as if it were a thing) will blaze Entre nous anew, prognosticating...

Recovering

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Recovering Irecover likestrength sappedfrom maple treesawaiting syruplike a broken stirrupon a runawaysteed its rider upsidedown being draggedoff intoa distance unasked forunknown or a ghostunwilling to admitthat deathhas brought the end ofbreath the sounds ofa...

Mother’s Persian Rugs

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Mother wouldn’t have liked those three men— with their long grizzly beards and big Milwaukee guts, not to mention the mud they tracked all over Mother’s Persian rugs. That day it...

to william

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Faulkner, you fucker you came on to me with your words and your prose and the things you could seeand i’m beholden, Man and what can i do wondering...

Les Très Riches Heures de Susan Nevelow Mart

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Susan Nevelow Mart, beloved director of the Wise Law Library at CU, is retiring. She will be missed. The sun was bright upon us once. We...