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Last of the really early poems for a while, this one circa 1990. I make no claims for these other than that they are, indeed, poems.

Snowfall

I entered the dark to the sound of a voice
Echoed a thousand times, an exploring shadow
Which called all of me to revel in the night

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Another early poem, circa 1991. This was originally titled “Sleeping with D. H. Lawrence.” I’m not sure why I changed the title.

Battling Lawrence

I dream at night of sleeping with D. H. Lawrence.
Unafraid of the movement
I sway under him, feeling the motions
Of a hundred frustrating imagined women.
In their vagueness they are too much like me
And I am lost in the whirl, waiting for some
Distinction to surface until eventually,
Faceless, I curl around myself
Tight and fetal,
His warmth and person comforting
And slippery seeping out of me.

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Until I retrieve my journals and papers from Alaska, this will be one of the oldest poems I can share here. It’s definitely a poem. Circa 1991.

Elegy For Lisa, Finally Free

—You carried me so far

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