maturity isn't a critical incident
a dirty needle
I don't know what happened
I'm now mature
mastercard minutes
Rush
sirens of coffee
worryaway
Mount more
of
sin faces
none of them, shaped like a god
six poems from a new project : The book of questions,
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In case you hadn’t seen, I’ve been working all month on a new poetry
project, specifically prompted by the Tupelo Press 30/30 fundraiser,
composing and p...
1 day ago
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