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baby girl Gilmartin, b. Feb. 2, 1970, d. Feb. 2, 1970 after Sean Thomas Dougherty there is a spacein the universewhere youdo not exist:the breathyou
Barbara Crooker
March 16, 2021
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baby girl Gilmartin, b. Feb. 2, 1970, d. Feb. 2, 1970 after Sean Thomas Dougherty there is a spacein the universewhere youdo not exist:the breathyou
Here, there’s no circle, only the spiral, endlessly turning back on itself. No straight lines, only curves, coiling, looping. There’s no direct path to the
a found poem Imagine sitting for hours at a slant desk, copying on rough parchment with a sharpened quill, day after lonely day. Of course
JANUARY 2012: POETRY by Barbara Crooker The goldenrod’s tarnished and dull, gone to rust, as the Dow Jones plummets like the mercury on a
MARCH/APRIL 2014: POETRY by Barbara Crooker Liturgy for March So, here you come again, scratching the ground with your thin green nails. Go ahead, unbutton
NOVEMBER 2012: POETRY by Barbara Crooker NOVEMBER This tufted titmouse at the feeder, all perky peak and bright eyes, is the mirror image of the
AUGUST/SEPTEMBER 2008: POETRY by Barbara Crooker Prayer in Autumn Turn me to gold, Lord, burnish me; strip me of chlorophyll, all those green thoughts. Let
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