Today, this is me: a bulb, a rusty
coin; a column, this close to breaking.
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a poetry journal
Foxes for war
Ravens for war
Black face over orange
Fox-trotters after fleeing pigs
Spilled liquid
Think boat on water
Pigs in translucent pink
Copyright
Copyright @ 2006-2007 reserved by James.
Poets
Poetry Collections
- Pastoral
- Quiver of Arrows: Collected Poetms 1986-2006
- Riding Westward
- The Rest of Love
Poems Preposted
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2007
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April
(33)
- The Soul Like Pigeon
- The Dead
- Cento: So You Were Spared
- If a Lighthouse
- Alba: Two Lovers before Dawn
- Confessions of a Sinner
- The Stillness of a World Lacking Time
- Faith: like Brainwashing: God Poem
- Growing up: Less Imagination, More
- The Arm
- Alternate ending of Sonnenizio
- Sonnenizio on a Line by Carl Phillips
- A Bulb, a Coin, a Column
- Mosquitoes and Wings
- Like Two Figures Who've Forgotten Where They Are
- The Bow, the String, the Archer
- God: As with Pigeons, They Avoid Us
- God: A Sinner
- On Icarus
- I Saw a Plastic Bag after The Mall
- The Ordinary Tending of a Garden
- On Leda and the Swan
- Two Parts of the Very Same Story: Fragments
- Seaspray
- If
- God
- This is How You Paint a Mockingbird
- Sapphic stanzaThese short shores make long, clear-...
- RondeletThe moon's contoura steep bowl, or a cycle...
- Dream
- Cannibal
- Reverse
- i pluck a magnolia, just for you
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April
(33)
Labels
- Allegorical (2)
- Arrow-and-Bow themed poem (1)
- Beauty in natural things (1)
- Bird poem (3)
- Body poem (2)
- Cento (1)
- Childhood memory (1)
- Collected God poems (2)
- Death (1)
- Experimental (1)
- Explanatory (1)
- Form based (2)
- Fragments (2)
- Garden / Flower poem (1)
- God poem (5)
- Greek Gods (1)
- Greek Mythology (3)
- Icarus / Daedalus (1)
- If based poem (2)
- Imagery poem only (2)
- Leda and the Swan (1)
- Lighthouse (1)
- Lost ones (1)
- Loved ones (1)
- Poem (1)
- Poems (19)
- Poetry form (3)
- Sinner poem (2)
- Sonnenizio (1)
- Syllables: 10-10 (1)
- Truth poem (1)
- Two-versions-of-the-same-story poem (3)
The Bibliophile
My Library
we gather in the wind as it--sweepable-- sweeps past
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