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The Pax Americana

                                                makes itself heard.             Somewhere beyond the houses some outland of mechanical parts barking faintly on the air,             like a far planet. Sky blue with economy, a continent rolls peacefully, languidly, off into the             nowhere it knows. Traffic hums one and … Continue reading

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Elegy

Under the skirts of her broad body, my family built nests. Summer was holy in the linked shade as if in the light of a cathedral. She was a dome that moved in ecstasy. We died when we fell from … Continue reading

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The Parrots Overlooking Jonestown

Someone took a photo of Georgiann Brady. She’s happy. She’s got a green macaw on her shoulder. She is twelve years old when she poses standing on a porch with the white siding in back of her and another tropic … Continue reading

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