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Thomas Gibney

is the poet laureate of abandoned boxcars.

Recent Work

Brooklyn by way of Piedmont

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I've been to Asheville. Maudeville. Dollywood. / The vaudevillian neon ache, the cannibal notions of a circus / population fucked up on groupthink...

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It's like we've said before: earth won't fluff / its cushions for us, why should heaven? / Idiocy makes for good talk, but / / banter alone...

"I'm alone in the..."

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I'm alone in the tourniquet of shade in / the garden watching apples assail space / with the way they punctuate it. / / They're so good at...

Currywood. Running. Noon. Bright.

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Around the apricots. Damascos. That's Spanish for. / The breeze. Hissing in my. Where did my breath. / I need it back. I'm running. The water. Tell...

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Previous Convictions

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Today after having / accepted some sarcasm from / the shirtless young man on the corner, / / I noticed the old dues / no longer apply. &...

Sarah Louise Green

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To be one of the geese. / Unhindered and not-suffering by the Lake. / / Souls go by on boat or foot. / Blue squares of water, blue days...

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