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The day moon’s palest at the noon, a lilac angel’s pistol, gray, exquisite. A threat of exit, a thin balloon, A bullet hole of nightly visit. Lilac angel’s pistol, gray, exquisite, hint of death without the yellow eye. The...

Lafcadio laughed loudly that day, lightly, lively like a lark, joyous, singing that day on his way to the park, that day ringing brightly, loudly as the bell of Saint Paul’s; enthralled was he with his laugh, with his...

Many a false tear has fallen from those sky-blue eyes, cold as glass, dropped a seeming million miles before evanescing on the white-hot tiles of the realm of the dead; the barren landscape of spirits forever burning, forever...

To those who say, he’s just a pet, I cock my head and bark away nonsense. Only a ruptured appendix can wrench me from this pawed, perilous couch where my terrier lies, head on my belly. My weighted white blanket. Bear. He...

Pinned to my blouse a birthday corsage cousin Renee made just for me the best part wearing it to school a gift box ribbon fluffy and round like a bouquet, each year different kinds small candy pieces hanging down seven tootsie...

If water is the classic you are the jazz your rippling notes scat my tonsils sass my throat. Whereas H2O glides, your bubble magic marches and plays vibes, overrides my wild summer parches. As to fizzles, the fuss: these social...

1. When someone you have lived with For over forty years, mostly happily But twice breaking up And living apart yet then reuniting, dies And you are left alone in the big two-story house With reminders of him everywhere,...

Sad, the older one gets, To think of friends who died. The longer that you live, The more there are of them. And yet We survivors Garner so many memories! Recalling happy moments Can be our way of rolling over in the sun Like...

Eva, John Thomas White came to me in a dream Last night and I wanted to contact you To say that though for you and me he has been dead Far too many years and died too young, He was lively and lovely in the dream. Of course, this...

The roots go deeper that you’ll ever grasp. Some seeds have been in the ground for centuries. We can never be sure what or when they become. Almost like couplets that complete themselves— sometimes as flowers, sometimes as...