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Tag: Joe Ahearn
Courtyard four hundred miles inland by Joe Ahearn
Courtyard four hundred miles inland Hunger. Thunder. High chalk cliffs. Not-blonde neighing in the rain, head down, arms crossed over her breasts… These grays do not stride as we stride, but linger as mist in the clefts of green hills. & plums reign at… Continue Reading “Courtyard four hundred miles inland by Joe Ahearn”
How I View the Coming Years by Joe Ahearn
God those sentences fields full of them Sentence last remains laid bone-to-bone Fields fractured by sentence tombstones Tooth sentence fractures skewed and chipped Names dates of weary argonauts
Refrigerator Poem by Joe Ahearn
Is it enough just to say what I like, that I ate three cold plums, that I grieve for the day? This morning I grieve because grief is my queen. Let us make a bad song of that lingering taste.
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