Dear Deborah, (Deborah Ager Poems)
They tell me that your hearthas been found in Iowa,pumping along Interstate 35.Do you want it back?When the cold comes ...
They tell me that your hearthas been found in Iowa,pumping along Interstate 35.Do you want it back?When the cold comes ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
You know how it is waking from a dream certain you can fly and that someone, long gone, returned and ...
The yard half a yard, half a lake blue as a corpse. The lake will tell things you long to ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
Nimbus clouds erasing stars above Lamoni. Jaundiced lights. Silos. Loose dogs. Cows whose stench infuses the handful of homes, whose ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
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