Two Poems by A. V. Christie GARDEN ESSAI In all modesty you moved the painted fern nearer. You trusted the work, trusted the nature of the desire. It wasn't ego. Afternoons were haze and...
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Heart (2) The heart is an old man mouthing obscenities. Muttering, muttering. On the echo monitor each beat becomes an aurora borealis, and the valve flaps like the top of an old cartoon...
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Heart (1) Heart like the warm weather bumblebee-type wood borer that issues from some inner part of an emptied-out sill. Heart being the one each day caught. Or heart like what's loose--...
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