Tag Archives: Winter

A Clothesline in Winter

Frozen clothesline

What is it we wear
when there is nothing left
but rigid names for impossible
unsullied things?

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Two Poems by Patrick Kindig

Snowflakes

Slowly
a pile of red skin grows on the table,
like snow or eyelashes unattached
to a wish.

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