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Solo Notes

This has been a good day. First the milestone of getting to page 300.

Solstice Prayer

In the reign of the cold, in the name of the sorrow, in the flame of the hark.

Sometimes a Sow

I would slip the hook under the sow’s chin, hold my breath, and pull.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens her first rose

Song

Beached on the kingdom I learned to swim with my eyes closed.

Song of a Spadefoot Toad

Filarial worms in bloodstream darkness know when it’s night.

Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint

If you are hidden treasure, mine, don’t let me lose what I have gained.

Sorrow

How can you love them and yet how could you live
without them?

Spaghetti Western

I keep an eye on my shit—this body, this lost cause, this bad joke— I want to be good at more than just childlessness and tying balloon animals.

Sparrow

When I cast my vote, I become just that tiny, abstract, lost, and essential.

Sparrow

After four years of watching his body implode, we’re terrified.

Spell

Collage what we can, form fractured and repaired, blend of is and isn’t.

Split

Room painted off-white, so the death rattle can lean off the wall.

Statues

Sometimes the old men held their fishing poles like divinations.

Stigmata of Love and Other Poems

My cry for the first time fastened garlands of hope to the roof.

Strangers

It was half the Spanish he knew—stop, I have a shotgun.

Strata

Truth, it seems, spills from movies and sitcoms in the wires’ wake.

Street Haunting: A London Adventure

No one perhaps has ever felt passionately towards a pencil.

Stutter Poetica

Nothing is beyond texture. Wind mouths the shape of clouds.

Summer Fever

The horror of the waste appalls me. This beauty. This habitation of dream.

Summer, Rhode Island and Other Poems

My body. Stop the air. Travel by stopping, full stop, just there.

Sunday Night in the Convent

Years after the Sisters of the Holy Names left you unlock the door.

Sunshine

She had seen him take the crop to a girl for doing nothing at all.

Superwhite and Other Poems

There was a fish. And then there was the consciousness of robots.

Sweat Angels

Put yourself in bad positions, they’ll remind us. Address your weaknesses.

Sweat Angels

Sweet Girl and Other Poems

A man jostles my stride to the street, no shoulder on which to move.

Tankas

My children, children, remember to let me go, delete my number.

Teach Us

The linebacker grins, but the lines around his eyes tighten.

Teacher

If you are going to be my teacher, you will have to become a tiger.