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My lust works like the tides pulling in reverse, controlled by a simple ballast.

Beyond her ampleness, he stands a small man vanquished.

With a hammer well aimed, try to destroy the whole with a single blow.

Condemned to an easy life balanced on the suffering in another land.

All the bears in the zoo look pathetic. Their eyes glazed, bodies lethargic.

If life was exchanged, who is to say it flowed one way?

Salt provokes, tenderizes. Your wounds, your dinner.

A sociopathic streak on my father’s side I try to put to good use.

She regarded the world calmly without the filter of her suffering.

David Hinton

I saw a bat in a dream and then later that week I saw a real bat.

I know which home takes the turning, which mind washes in hot water.

I awakened on my belly—my back a raw field from nape to heels.

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

My mother’s house was packed, painted, put up for sale—sold.

Bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, and fill all fruit with ripeness.

Now he chuckles with the sea, stitched within its timeless jive.

I love scientists. They’re trying their hardest. And they just want love.

I should call my loves while I can to listen to the grackles croak.

The dove calls from far away in itself to the hush of the morning

Again, nature has written a good script. The skunk saga will continue.

The strange man expected to be picked up by aliens during the eclipse.

A psychologist told me we can train our dreams. I practice each night.

A dead body leaned sideways against a wall. Its eyes were open.

Who needs driftwood when I can bury myself in your loamy soil.

Just because we have birds inside us, we don’t have to be cages.

What will we do without exile, and a long night that stares at the water?

I want to sleep in a bed next to a man who won’t dream of me all night.