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Category Archives: poetry
Oil Water Fire
Even the American President is not God,
Says the priest on the other end of the line.
To our soldiers.
for Aiyana Jones, for Abeer Qassim
for little girls everywhere who don’t know
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Spring Poetry (Eternal)
Paws on my back, teeth in my neck.
Writer’s Admonishment
You don't want to start any new chapters now
Water
flecked with the debris of
dead civilizations and people
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logos lobos
logos lobos,
twisty-tongue turbos,
Potohar
The rivers are dry
and open. There are grooves
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Commuting
Hell begins at six and has six lanes
Damp black asphalt, slashed by hard white lines,
How to hit a woman