Magnolia

the best first tree to climbbe nice to her branchestake every step with lovedo not be rough but holdstrong with a smooth sure handthen be still long enoughto feel the…

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Los Angeles,

I only know the best of you:dolphins that arch in the bay,clouds that turn water an achingblue, the smell of surf, the stingof salt, broad sidewalks and shinysilver parking meters.…

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Becoming Ghost

I lived in the cement houseI fed the chickensfrom my plate their claws scratchednew hash marksI carried my sonin a bucketmy daughterin anotherbalanced themon a pole mortar fire overheadthe German nuns took my newborn he wailed…

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An Early Winter

an acrid odor, a crunching of leaves:   a lumber truck lurches through the forest.   it stops in a clearing  covered with the stumps    and rotting trunks of…

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Under the Lights

I open my mouth and imagine butterflies are going to fly out that inside me are flocks of brilliant monarchs that have struggled to hatch and pupate and transform into…

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The Garden

The wildflowers wilt over their own feet as I trudge through the dusty, jaded soil. One of my legs is broken. My mouth is parched. And my stripes burn.  I…

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An Early Winter

an acrid odor, a crunching of leaves:     a lumber truck lurches through the forest.     it stops in a clearing covered with the stumps     and…

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The Unrest

sprawled rocks clutch the cliff edge,   white-knuckled, as a lone village   fades into the valley below.   an old church steeple blurs as its broken bells   toll…

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