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Tallow Bread
What’s your go-to comfort food? i eat what doesn’t ask / bone crust / salt lash / grief fried in the same pan as his name i suck the marrow / of a decade…
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Jawbone Choir
What do you listen to while you work? not music— but the breath of eucalyptus cracking in a brown bottle // the teeth of my dead husband clattering in a tin as I move…
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Whisper on the edge –a fragment
lipstick smudges in the corner of a page / fog drapes the city—slick, not slick— a memory folds — the scent of absences / listen: this is not a poem, but a trace, a…
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Cherry blossoms are happening
Grief is so strange. Why hasn’t the world stopped? Hard to believe the seasons just keep turning.
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Her Oblivion
There see her shallow breath sternum contracted she makes small movements careful not to breath small smaller never perfect enough tethered to a leash she tries to heel having grown dog arms she lives…
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Lot’s of Memories Yesterday
It’s sometimes hard to go back to beautiful memories of past chapters.
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The Man at the Bakery
I’ve seen him at least three times at Casa Latina. Each time he does the same thing. Orders a bread pudding and a glass of water. Sits down and quietly waits for his food.…
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Thai Tea
I give thanks and praises as I brew the tea— tea leaves and spices from distant lands their journey long, their origins far How fortunate we are to hold such gifts how blessed I…
Pretty Thunder Poetry 