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Mary Zartman



Mary Zartman Mary declared her profession at six with the worst poetic rhyme ever....and ever since then she (I’ve been) has listening differently. Mary grew up in Amherst, Massachusetts within walking distance of Emily Dickinson’s home. She moved to Portland, Oregon in 1988 and is working on her third middle reader.

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For Mischa
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If the trees were falling over; / limbs dropping in the drought years;trunks derailed from the biome;beetles having their way with a multitude of…
Thank You For The Word
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You think it will never rain again // global warming has doomed us to hell on earth / then for three days the smell / of dirt unfastening its…
For Your Approval
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before / He promptly pays the woman who brings death with dignity. He thanks her for her time.When she leaves he tells us what to do with his…
Pink
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Breasts have betrayed us. / Cells turn to the dark side / after Venus and Ceres / touch them, after nursing / awakens them to their purpose....
New Years
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12/31/1985 (10/28/2014) / / People keep handing me / Books I borrow them lasciviously / I hold them so tight (sit here)(napkin) / But I can’t…
After Fifteen Years I Left Powell’s Books
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First, I slept for a year. // Grief complicated. / At that elevation there was no snow. / The winter wet and so cold, / but no snow. / / …
The Patio Gods
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Thank you / To Mary Oliver & Robinson Jeffers & Amos / / Yes the rain falls and you are bloody wet. / Yes your mother leaves you. / …
Carcharadon Megalodon
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My Eureka falls out of the closet / and any sensible cat runs for the basement rafters. / Even with a vacuum the kitchen table / legs have got…
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