Category Archives: Poetry

Obsessions

End-of-summer dust vibrates in the chicken coop, chickens long since replaced by dolls. Whitewash on my fingers, feathers stuck in wire mesh. Years later, still that smell. . . . Another dream of water. Which remains whole through every division. … Continue reading

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Love’s Last Feed

Cold spring, moldy summer, chill fall. You upstairs in your sorry bed, ruminant. No fight left in me, no hay for the goats. The field pounded dry year after year, a stone acre. Let go. Let me be gone. Nothing … Continue reading

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Listen

            “…a bird of the air shall carry the voice”             —Ecclesiastes 10:20 In the curves of a transatlantic cable, sea anemones shelter. Pigeons roost beneath a freeway bridge, asleep to the overhead rumble. I’ll accommodate too, grow used to silent evenings, … Continue reading

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Half-Life

You scratch your feet for hours, coaxing shy blood.             Blisters map your progress from ankle to instep to toe.             Branches of a diseased elm at the night window. . . . They tuck you into a steel sleeping bag, ease … Continue reading

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Luncheon on the Grass

Discontent with the crumbs of your lover’s table, I inspect pine needles. Once a cylinder, these have split lengthwise into three parts. That’s how bayonets are made, you say. The wound is triangular and doesn’t heal easily. What are we? … Continue reading

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Transfigured

Up it grew inside her leg, the bindweed: a convolution, a cordage, an intricate rigging, circling bone’s blanched trellis, the slender tibia, the condyles and epicondyles, the larger and tongue-twisting fibula. There at the knee, an errant vine coiled behind … Continue reading

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On The Birth Throes Of Cherry Riches

We dignify our new-begotten issue Into this scofflaw lineage. Fated is a motley record. To be nativitied in maximum-security Is recognition for us. Termlessly may she be dumb, happy, Pelfing dependable admiration From swindlers and prowlers. Christopher Barnes’ first collection … Continue reading

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