blood to bathe us in its blue past, 217 pages poems new and selected, May 2022
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some poems, from:
GHOSTALGIA
A drop of blood lands in an eye-sized field.
Imagine waking up to cry.
Hide the hidden ant of your son’s loneliness.
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GHOSTALGIA
By the time darkness touches every map, the baby is useless. God a mistake mistaken for a childhood's double life. If there is a horse, there is a horse
thinking only of itself yet also on the kindness of a past horse.
kingsoftrain 
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