Member since July 1, 2009 | 4,654 Readings |

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…

Poemnation

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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....

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Sarah Louise Garrido

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New year, new terror – / or is it dullness? As years pass, / they’re one and the same. Little hands / reaching up to be held, staving off / the…

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Sarah Louise Garrido

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Because I wanted to touch / the thing lasting, the river / under your eyes and mine, / we had a child. Another / miracle, its beauty and power /…

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Sarah Louise Garrido

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Trees shift around, fidgeting light. / Wing to wing to wing, everything bereft of rest. // Out of the quivering corner of my world, / out of the…

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Sarah Louise Garrido

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If I touched you, I know / I wouldn’t be surprised / by the feel of madrone, // smooth limbs draped in fabric. / The coolness of your bones /…

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