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When crocheting a poem be sure to be awake Do not use Siri She is forever asleep She has no dreams She will take your words and insert them in her circuits and her machines will whirl in random patterns producing a million...

Sometimes everything seems dirty to me. I rush about cleaning, doing loads of laundry as if I still had kids, cleaning in the corners where hairy dust clusters imply I am lax. I change beds in the playroom, plump up pillows, put...

Something was up when Aunt Ann came. My mother scrubbed the floors until they bled. She washed up all the curtains and starched my dress to death, you never saw such fear in all your life. My sister who understood everything...

I used to know some stars, now I wake from sleep, I stare back to where you were, and beyond, to where the world was not yet, into the preceding oblivion, where I see a man in a grubby club chair, bent, writing, his back to me,...

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The country in ruins, rivers and mountains continue. The city’s grown lush with spring. Tu Fu (712 – 770, China) Lofty ideas and scientific discoveries come and go like blueberries. Social chaos: constant as sun and...

The Way between as clear as birth and death Bookends, Yet still preachers moralize about Satan, Buddha-realms and Virgins, And people listen. Listen to the hummingbirds Feeding off flowers no one...

already miserable the internet goes down dog doesn’t notice we sit on balcony watch blue-headed sparrows darting back and forth Dan O’Connell is a four-time award winning poet whose poems have appeared in Mississippi Review,...

If I can make patience my master, But live like groundnuts, with my rewards Beneath my ribcage earth, firmly Concealed out of sight. If I can make love my one true north, Carrying her inside every pocket, No longer searching for...

Afterwards, we lay still as light. Great gray roots cradle the last Swell of our bodies. Underneath, Yellow-green moss grows tune. I strum along her white arm. Back and forth, my fingertips play Until a moist murmur leaps To...

The men at the Tomb of the Unknown aren’t honor guards, but sentries pledged to prevent those below from rising, And tell of the failure of the throne: that a union of the unholy hired all the killing kings. The dead would...