Offering
it used to be one mendicant monk now there are three bowls to their sides walking single file in the […]
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Tributes
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Our First Five Days in the Country
Should we cut back the shrubs so we can see the pond? I ask my husband. No, he says, then
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And They’re Running
running in their Reeboks their Asics their Saucony’s running with their iPods MP3s and Blackberries their cell phone plan with
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Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellenbogen by the Sea
Where is Gilly Gilly Ossenfeffer Katzenellenbogen she said as we motored down the Long Island Expressway and I said where
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Miss Jacklyn Analyzes Love
I asked her for a poem. She made one that went: It was night. The love went by. My
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New Poems
Every time I pick up the pen, I write myself out of the canon. Who said that? Mina Loy? Maybe