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Even Dead Grasses Daydream
// Kansas goes brown in the winter. / Desperation will tell you that / brown is sister to gold and that even a dead leaf can sparkle. / But a…
East of Center
The desert climbs East / into the watermelon mountains, / Offering its cactus flowers to boulders / that crumble like croutons into the mouth of…
// / St. Valentine, / We use the rusty Chinese cleaver / to cut a frozen pizza on it’s own dead cardboard. / Today the ants will take the crumbs…
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From Poems for the Burning West
Dena Rash Guzman
“Like the Mom in The Road?” // fire woods fire brush fire towns / fire summer fire fall fire spring fire winter / suck breath / drought heat…
I meet a man in my backyard at dusk / He wears a trench coat like a husk / No one would ever believe my luck! // / Masked, headless, hopeful /…
Ten (Three Variations)
The yellow-striped garden spider busy wrapping bees. / A used condom half buried in the corn plot. / The man on the roof unfurls his tape measure....
In the afternoons / I lie on my back / on the hot pavement and / watch the tomatoes die. // They die red with holes of pink, / they die with…
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