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Month: April, 2009


night poem write bed


talk radio in a plastic bag keeps raccoons away miss them now npm napowrimo


after nap, walking “dadú, hold hand” crow caws, boy answers head turned left npm napowrimo

hair knots

the unwashed dishes, two or three days high the garden, neglected, knee-high weeds not two, he already knows a hundred songs what kind of life awaits him? npm napowrimo


he pays the bills. he sings the boy to sleep. he hears the dishes being washed. he knows it’s spring. he settles. he remembers feeling satisfied. npm napowrimo