Member since July 1, 2009 | 4,755 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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1.22.21

Sarah Louise Garrido

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salt air blowing ~ ~ ~ in: / sea-grass smell pervading sense / of rain under moon-slice rain / under empty skies // the coldness sinking in //…

Tangerines

Sarah Louise Garrido

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Peeling our way through / the bowl of tangerines, through / another unprecedented month / in a very dark winter. Rain / reminds us we’re stuck, /…

Sarah Louise Garrido

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Dusk over hill, crickets starting up, breeze settling down. / Late swifts trace parabolas, tree to tree. / Saturn and Jupiter met at the…

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Sarah Louise Garrido

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Even waking up to more pain, / to the limits of my empathy, / another day in a world made for people / like me, even in this sour dawn, /…

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