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Voices_poetry_graphic by jake stein

The crimson-beaked finch

The crimson-beaked finch is a made up animal. In the snowfield of your mind, I have walked a line of empty footprints. Out of something that doesn’t-even-kind-of exist, I...

Voices_poetry_graphic by jake stein

Submerge

The slender legs of gulls, like the long sticks of reeds, rooted in the bottom of the lake. Standing like stilts, they tip forward, slowly dip their long thin...

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Fable

I have cheated you a hundred times, Summer said to the old woman – I am still alive and you are withered. The old woman opened her mouth: There...

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Storm Chasing

I come from a family of storm chasers. Our house eats itself by the hour, its machinery dense, lit-eyed, beeping. There are forty-seven weathervanes on the roof, huddled like...

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Vesuvius

I I wonder which impression will spread its hot film over the place where today idles in my memory. II For example The base of a backyard redwood. III...

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Animals

We are earnest at the zoo. My dad and I look at all the signs. They are creamy plastic with greying sketches that have been scaled up from their...

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Snapshots

Jigsaws The strings of your violin are attached to my heartstrings. That is how I would begin a poem about you. I am too proud to say what I...

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A Pair of Gloves

And then I knew what I had been waiting for was not the dance, but returning from it– gliding behind the headlights into what might have been snow tunneling...

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Dialogue & Dialogue 2

Dialogue GOD: I’m going on Lexapro. ME: What changed your mind? GOD: I haven’t been myself lately. ME: Don’t you think you should see someone first? GOD: I don’t...

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Coma

There was one moment when I thought I might be happy: I was driving home after a day of laying mulch, of red bumps appearing on skin, irritant as...

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12.24.2012

Bury me in the backyard, next to your bris piece. You know, your pee-pee. It’s only a small part. Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. I have a fever....

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Pillar

(after a sculpture by Louise Bourgeois) Found, strewn on the beach: Odysseus the object, the thing wanderer.   A slit, a slot with a button; crooked and pockmarked bone—...

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Basho loves Men Without Hats.

Safety dance haikus

Five dollar ticket. Thirty dollar spandex from AmApp.  Investments.   The neon so bright, Sweat bands, headbands, leggings tight. My poor eyes can’t deal.   Commons smells like poop....