Thousands or Millions of Tiny Dots of Varying Size
Once, I drove through Virginia slush to NRA Headquarters,
the winter air humming
with the …
Poetry
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I’m not sorry for the summer I gave you chlamydia
because there were bees.
And I’m not sorry for bees.
Not even the two who buried
their stingers in me and made me cry:
one by my left knee, one … -
What’s It Like Escaping Something Trying to Kill You?
A minister blames this on the slaughter of unborn children. We enter a tunnel, and my breath
holds itself for comfort. My father suggests we find a copy of The Green …
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The mothers were drowning
At first, they said the mothers were drowning
in their own waters. Each mother agreed.
I am drowning she said. They said you should know
it is not your fault. … -
Who Takes This Desert Home?
Shadows stick into the horizon
like thorns of flame.
I am a magician,
angels on my right
illusions on my left.
On my shoulders, sands that lost their way
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My Story
My story
is the story
of a hoe wearing thin
of a factory becoming a ruin
of a road falling out of repairmy story
is the story
of stone
turning … -
Battleground
Listen to Thomas McGuire’s introduction and recitation of the poem in Dutch.
The gloaming falls like ground.
In Holland lopes a hound.
A hound with yellow teeth.
He roves throughout the … -
PUNISHMENT
All animals were once human, but then
they sinned—
and God flooded our Earth
and Noah smuggled all those former humans in pairs. Each of them
was wicked, deceitful. And … -
Postcard
you speak to a mountain
by becoming
it your body in her
language of minerals
a whisper a humming
bird’s fluttering wings
since I became
a mother nearly a decade -
How We Teach Them
in a café I watch a boy
maybe five years oldhit his sister again and again
till his mom gives him a phoneon which to watch videos of boys
shooting … -
Wanda Vibing
Wanda has moved beyond collisions and is looking
for vibrations. The lab’s cat makes too much static,so they nudge him gently past the door.
Wanda thinks about what cats are … -
Nursing
The midwife kneeled beside me
and when she stroked my thighon the toilet seat I noticed the image
of a baby tree, wavering in the deep-rust stain of the clawfoot …