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Almost 8’oclock in the morning: a poem by Kevin James
Almost 8’oclock in the morning: a poem by Kevin James Miller Birds singing outside my window, but you sing outside of every poet’s window, don’...

My cinnamon eyes: a poem by Kevin James Miller 1. Flows
My cinnamon eyes: a poem by Kevin James Miller 1. Flows spare change; This character in season nine said as he sorry she sorry he fell; He (she?) t...

Everyone finally learned to sing: a poem by Kevin James
Everyone finally learned to sing: a poem by Kevin James Miller 1. In the stable of trickery the Pharaohs unfold; Their music bleeds from their ears,...

Build me the best mirage: a poem by Kevin James Miller 1. In
Build me the best mirage: a poem by Kevin James Miller 1. In the recesses of perfection the swarms ache; They take the form of bees, of cats, of ant...

Title: The garden hose of venom, a poem by Kevin James
Title: The garden hose of venom, a poem by Kevin James Miller 1. In the market of hunger the children ride; Happy the day when they came to the circu...

My Big Net: a poem by Kevin James Miller 1. ½ revolution
My Big Net: a poem by Kevin James Miller 1. ½ revolution about time adore after all these years; A whole revolution costs too much in blood and terr...

Dime store heresies: a poem by Kevin James Miller 1. At the
Dime store heresies: a poem by Kevin James Miller 1. At the end of childhood’s road, no one waited for me under the weeping willow in the clearing...