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April 21
hay(na)ku(s) artichoke snail slimed my spring garden * flooded rat hole will reappear tomorrow * crack! squirrel feeding not “at bat” * bums think my dog is beautiful * names have faces meet-up at...
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April 22
Knife Edge Pitted rusty and worn a recipe for repetitive stress injury, wanton cheer, evolution set to a grand scale, gorgeous cheery yellow set sail little infant lion teeth piss on the side of a walk...
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April 23
Signs Linework Recall the trajectory between two points the division of have and have nots, the wrong side of the tracks the way lyrics stick and repeat way past any asking or sensibility how children...
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April 24
Without a bit of d-e-b Rough pain is so much magic: a chain, a car, a lost facility. Join short rain maniacs to jot our own costs in ink, float as if ions still arc or is naturally a gas, a cross. Lump...
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April 25
The city changes hourly We’re not like that, we living things, shining loss is now a thing to be praised. Life might be so. Quick and neat. Calm this morning, we know we saw radio waves reunite with...
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April 26
Elegy for a Squirrel The squirrel’s erratic path while crossing a street is an attempt to confuse the oncoming vehicle… thereby causing it to change direction. This is obliviously the squirrels...
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April 27
Chickaree Clapping Song In 4/4 time: RAT tat TAT-ta tat-ta RAT tat tat; ta RAT-tat-tat ta-ta RAT-tat-tat Who’s that barking from a big pine tree? A chickaree, it’s a chickaree! Tellin’ his neighbors...
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April 28
Space was my employer and tried to be my lover, too. Space made me divide my priorities, set me on edge as sharp as a rule. Scale he called it, the measure, the aspect, the sense of belonging to the...
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April 29
Untitled Buddy carried salt tablets into desert summers. He’d take off his cowboy hat, reveal a brilliant half dome above a deep brown tan traced with dirt. His snap- fastened shirt showed sweeps of...
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April 30
Before Birds Had Names I remember when I didn’t plant or pull but ate dirt. Searched out pure patties in perfect shape, a flat prism of luscious ephemeral and melted them on my tongue. I remember my...
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