poems
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we know too much: god’s greatest strength was answers: but the questions make no sense these days
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I’ve been doing some self portraits lately, loosely modeled on the series of self portraits in Jorie Graham’s The End of Beauty. If you haven’t, go read her poem “Self Portrait as the Gesture between them [Adam and Eve]”. It’s much better than my poem, but that’s where the poetic impulse underlying my poem is…
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i am in my pale bed: not dreaming of anything
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A number of my upcoming and current poems use colored text. For a long time I have been interested in painting; specifically, I am interested in the ways that certain styles of painting preserve the act of creation within them. Those paintings where you can see the brush strokes, the texture of the paint. How…

