The garden grew tomatoes.

It stormed the night before Carson broke his neck

I have become interested in Carracci / Ludovico Carracci

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A thin line separated her lips, like something sketched with a pencil.

“Outis of Utopia” my found name! / I'll inscribe it soon as the tide goes out.

stray fingertips undid your name and wept

History in the unmaking.

It was still too early to head home.I hadn't found any decent fossils and felt adventurous. What I needed was a local road trip, a random turn down a road I couldn't recall traveling before.What really got stuck in my mind was seeing Marion Davies summer house again! How…

I'm panicking trying to think of the next line in this poem

then from the page this body stands

It is a day of swallows and grasshoppers, of white clouds and suntanned arms. In the yellow field wheat ears burn, lit by fantasies. One of wheat, one of rye. Summer love, holiday love is in the air. Under the thickness of the harvest, their roots search, call each other.…

The little Lady and I drove down to New Orleans to take in the Mardi Gras festivities we’d read so much about.

now I cannot shake. I am only one person. Thereis a sadness. I cannot understand. Fathom. Control. Manipulate. Detonate.I used to kiss her tenderly. Do you think this sadness is wise to us? Don't point that gun at me! There is a sadness. There is another war. Iam…

His lover waves from the end of the driveway.

We were in love with the same disease.

I tried to drain the ocean But only got a waterfall I tried to drain the sky But only got a thunderstorm I got lightning I got rain I had to build a city By blowing on the palm of my hand The sands rose up The dust blew away And all