Poetry and Other Artifacts - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Password I can leave the username and password in your DLand notes upon request (you will need to delete the note). Or you can email me�the link below will show you a recaptcha before revealing my actual email address�and I will mail the username and password to you. Thanks for reading. click_the...@3little_dots.com - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - What to Say to a Prince: Some Suggestions for a Damsel For you I will chisel away the starless sand; I will peel the rust from your toast. I will butter your panoplies; I will damask and blanch For you I will discard rich braids For you.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - You have no future To prepare for - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Things that are not impossible This poem is no longer online. It is included in my book, Chiral Phenomena, available now from the Intaglio Galosh Studio Press. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A woman named Melissa called she said squinting with a thick leaden glare. of damp black earth. She turned away old crows or perhaps young rabbits� soaked under a pile of leaves - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jigsaw kimono curtains blink me dizzy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Available Now - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Your invitation to the strand This poem is no longer online. You can find it in my latest book, Chiral Phenomena. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Yilut Notations for Wygracet Allometry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Gehry (the red brindle bulldog sits beside the orange pylon) The bridge, a horizon elsewhere �green strain tensor, spans and rolls and aggregates - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Finally the stop of her voice furrowed - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This poem is no longer online. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Politics of Dried Shrimp and Palm Sugar This poem is no longer online. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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