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I Confess No Large Thing I confess little because my eyes
I Confess No Large Thing I confess little because my eyes shut in pools of darkness where I sleep with head- on dreams The world folds into somethin...

Stubborn Hope Even if nothing lived here but ugliness I would
Stubborn Hope Even if nothing lived here but ugliness I would go out each morning & record my summations Even if the sun covered herself with a wool ...

Six A.M. In the distance of this early morning lights appear
Six A.M. In the distance of this early morning lights appear in a flicker of awakening I am satisfied with the gray flannel of sky letting its cover ...

He drank too much - What of it? The wind found our calloused
He drank too much - What of it? The wind found our calloused heels, but we were too young & too open to care for blistered feet that healed naturally...

Quilted Melancholy Everything pieced together & falling
Quilted Melancholy Everything pieced together & falling apart The day & night harsh with disclosures that fly from one deaf ear to another A desolati...

Hiding In Simplicity Is Not Working The acappellas are sweet,
Hiding In Simplicity Is Not Working The acappellas are sweet, but the horn says it wordlessly - Everything slipping in and out - and honey from the m...

A Cross of Roads In Carolina at a dirt cross of roads I saw
A Cross of Roads In Carolina at a dirt cross of roads I saw the splendor of a star shine and fall - It was Autumn & a ripeness was pungent in the dyi...

Man of Red River He is a figment of my heart, a word they
Man of Red River He is a figment of my heart, a word they suggested I retire with angel, with soul, with all those words that tangle in my fan blade...

Carefully I Trip & Stumble In the salt air - a sand dune In
Carefully I Trip & Stumble In the salt air - a sand dune In the city - a curve And the throw rug where I live lives up to its name I am truly no glid...