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Poem: In Whose Image?

"You should never trust a poem that ends with aquestion ..."

A Poem: 'All The World Begins With a Yes'

You don’t say. Then there’s a man takinganother man inside himself ...

Poem: Elegy for a Broken Part

I have inherited these feetfrom the trust fund of feara garage full of rusting knickknacksstored in a body shop of intent ...

A Poem: Invisible Architecture

"My mother is indigenous to nowhere. My lips curl in bloodat the rising of the father. Black is not a primary color."

Poem: Elephants Born Without Tusks

The Washington Post says that green burials areon the rise, as baby boomers plan for their future ...