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Doughnuts and Kings

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Words

Another Black Floyd

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George, I don’t know how many of us are herewho share your Texas lineof long chocolate bodieswho can dance on and off the courtwith...

Pearl Street, 2020

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This was supposed to be the year that I returned,to the breathtaking views of the Rockies,to the aroma of fresh-ground coffee,to the fragrances of...

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...

walking through

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i’ll walk into your forests and in the shadows of your mind i’ll walk along these winding paths to see what i might find i’ll walk...

baker’s daughter

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before the sun is fully crested over the barns, I pull the yellowy creams from the chest and let them soften into mornings first familiar yawn. Peeling...

Untitled

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a pink chalk uterus lines the sidewalk outside the high school allison calls it medicinal pink, my favorite color and on twitter a dozen people can’t identify the wings of a clitoris a...

Waking

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Waking from dreamsOf manic theaterAnd movie-making,I arrived at a revelationOf the high degreeLife in America todayResembles a Fellini movieOverlain a Monty Python sketch,Sadly withoutThe...

Small Window

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I discern a tiny space in one of fifteen minutes; two days later, I deduce which one, approach it and peer inside (can’t tell whether it’s bright or dark), hoping to glimpse a poem — or the closest edge of one. Jethro McClellan was born in Boston, moved out West before he turned five, and has called Boulder home for most of his life....

My life as a ditch

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I am a ditch. I live in the ground. When the water flows through me it washes along my sides with a familiar tingling that I...

passing laments on the highway of the blessed

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lamentations and lust and sometimes we just fight making love for a moment and it doesn’t feel right these children a’ crying these dogs that don’t bark superstition and faith holding...

Three Poems

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accomplice he shoves a rusty crowbar into my hands i want you to climb up on the rooftear up some of the shinglesmake it look like...

All Forms Will Have an End

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991 homes were burned into oblivion On Thursday, December 30th, 2021. The fire did not discriminate. If the houses were beautifully kept Or cluttered and in...