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I Woke Up Feeling Like the Bionic Woman Doll, and Not in a Good Way Now that you are finally, in reality, hopefully in the actual middle ...

If We Break Up Who gets custody of the cardamom?

The Everything Dance Everything's a little too stylized when you call it a dance but the alternative is another conversation about my...

I Remember [from an in-class writing exercise; apologies to Joe Brainard ] I remember strawberry Shasta. I remember chocolate chips in ...

[Foot tanka] Tell me, when you think of us later, of our year of touching and not touching our feet together, what will you remember m...

S pring Is Undoing the Damage of Haste There’s no cerulean in this poem.  There’s celadon maybe, but not really, not celadon.  It’s just ...

Thought If I'm hating the idea of writing poems that use words like tendrils and cerulean then I should just not write poems that us...

A Visit I was drawing some doodles like cobra swans with purpose and family members were in the other room observing Easter with Yul Bry...

In the Hall of Human Origins You and your little Indonesia skull You and your Lucy bones Unexpected kinship with the modern humans (...

Found poem: Visit from Mom What is this, Afghanistan tea?   Put a big blob of Vaseline between your eyebrows every night before you go ...

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April Soundings  Waking up two hours behind to a quality of weirdness. C's alarm not having gone off, the two of us sleeping through ...

I have a mysterious story to tell you.  My grandfather was born in Kentucky in the 1920s.  Later, we were on the earth for about seven ye...

Cruelest  April is a mofo. It should mix me a drink. 

Window In the middle of our fight, I turn my head and see this very round black bird with a bright yellow beak out your office window.  Th...

Inside   We're some kind of funny animals in this picture, my pregnant mother in her flowered mini-dress and me inside there, being ...

(two short ones) Teaching today, I read out loud That scene where she still doesn't fit, she's still on the road She must drop...

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