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Machines liftyour hulking massweightless, O wingless angel slityou giveand give and give. You area huge and creakingoaken tankof red grape …

I know what you’re thinking. Poetry? What a goddamn snoozefest. You’re not wrong, but you’re in the right place . …

Mother’s Day

You there swan-like, blonde, bowed at the neck knelt drawing in charcoal on the dusty garage floor with great swathes …

And here’s my old shirt, blue and green with busted holes two, three, no, four buttons blown away – bounced …

Do you remember the soles of my feet saluting the sky? Do you remember when I kicked the moon with everything …

I find myself leaning into the earth after twenty four years staring into a sheet of glass thick with mist, …

The fine hairs that trace her temple have snatched the weak radiance from up above, like a school of shattered pearls in tune …

The infinite shining sun of my childhood is where you sleep, our history fifteen years past, passed faster than can …

I spied it in your eyes, caught grey and wistful and dangerous spluttering I pulled, pulled as if trying to …

One less face at a leaving do, two fewer eyes to blithely scan the epigram ‘you’ll be missed’ later, the …

I saw you running- your legs so thin like two toothpicks in a cherry I feel like if I coughed …

Momentarily my boots met the night sky so I kicked the moon with everything I had I waded through the …

Pockets of clovers riddle this lawn like bullet holes in a church wall once we were gibbons picking at fleas …