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The Further Adventures of Alien Corn

The husk no longer fits. It dries and shrinks, blows away. What was real moments ago is now pencil traced on onion paper. We stand naked as the alien corn discredits Keats, defying its tubercular overlord by exposing its milky … Continue reading

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Midsummer IV

Wild canaries             Return to the neighborhoods             Bordering the cannery That flat grey horizon bubbles             Up aroused by a yellow wing They are all singing             And they are             All beautiful             So connected             I fear             To the natural world             That they can … Continue reading

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Saturday Night on Mars

Try to imagine someone frying             onion rings by the light             of two small, misshapen moons, the deep fryer’s extension cord leading             to a big occulting satellite. The swimming pool was once             a polar crater, the bathing beauties once             earthly carbon … Continue reading

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