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Member since July 1, 2009 | 2,426 Readings |
Thomas Gibney
is the poet laureate of abandoned boxcars.
Recent Work
Brooklyn by way of Piedmont
Thomas Gibney
(1)
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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…
Poemnation
Thomas Gibney
(0)
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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…”
Thomas Gibney
(2)
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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.
Thomas Gibney
(2)
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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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Let’s try to explain how this terrible…
Sarah Louise
(0)
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I stare it down / The deep-sea creature / Its lolling eye teasing me in the dark / A creature of the deep / Feeding on dazzle / Its glowing…
The Future of Flowers
Meg Hurtado
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All night I listened to the man / laughing in the courtyard. All night / his laughter said, / / Let things outlast you: everything you do, / do…
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