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A Poem in Praise of Hancock Point
… An accent we can recognize, as near Plain speech as common sense. Oh, we can tell The kind of talk that makes …
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Food Distribution Point Tour, Ifo
Food Distribution Point Tour, Ifo Over a tundra of red sand they arrive eager as stadium fans, with laundry-like sacks and bags, separated into queues: men and women awaiting the globe’s provisions. I try not to look at their silt-soft eyes, but to parade …
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My mom wrote a book about her second husband dying
… when I was feverish in a hotel. That time I cried a lot but also wasn’t thinking very straight. This time I’m thinking … love. So I’d seen her both really in love and grieving. The combination of these things I thought made us maybe … when it was over, she’d just wish to be waiting again. He died and she was right.              The pages of mourning …
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After His Ex Died
… After His Ex Died   We were quick to tell each other what we wanted. I … Cove in Cape Cod and Salmon Creek on the Sonoma Coast (but also, I was thinking of the Calabazas Creek in Glen Ellen). … After His Ex Died …
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Point Reyes
Point Reyes It was late June, the solstice.  The day took hours to end. You look like me, my father said quietly. We stood by the San Andreas Fault.  Soon, the plates would shift, toppling multiple cities. But the rift wasn’t visible; a bay  covered the …
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Horoscope for My Dying Father
Horoscope for My Dying Father Shortly, you’ll wake into the room you woke to over half your life. The light will inch across the ceiling until it meets the wall.                                         The sheets will seem softer than you remember. Your …
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