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Crossing the Street in Laguna Beach, poem by John Gardiner
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CROSSING THE STREET IN LAGUNA BEACH by John Gardiner Thank you for not killing me in…
The Bad Old Days by Kenneth Rexroth : The Poetry Foundation
The Bad Old Days by Kenneth Rexroth : The Poetry Foundation.
The Visitor by Carolyn Forché : The Poetry Foundation
The Visitor by Carolyn Forché : The Poetry Foundation.
The Rhythm of the Road
The rhythm of the road The rhythm of the road Distance-Time Distance-Time Distance-Time …
Thirteen Ways of the Desert
I The desert is painted ocher, turquoise and white in the right kind of light. II In the desert …
Hard Rain
An Instant of Remembrance
The moon is setting hard and cold, turning sand to chalk and sea to milk. Under the palms, blue fronds …
Someone’s Mother
1 In the early moonrise a few etched peaks stand out against the backdrop of the days final shrug …
The End
They are gone, your friends too. Now on this coldest of nights you will turn in your sleep, dream back …
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