Poems by Jennifer Reeser
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Blue-Crested Cry
... Were through, were through, were through, were through, were through ...
French Quarter Singer
... Strumming your polished guitar with long, nail-lightened fingers, ...
Leaning Over Eros
... his face I see as turned, not wholly proved,his faith in her confirmed in that he sleeps ...
This Night Slip, In His Honor (after Komachi)
... My spine turned to the sky,reflecting on my dresser ...
Civic Centre (for Kathryn)
... Sugar Plum is dancing with such dignity, I tell ...
Should You Ask At Midnight
... But what would I do without your certain voice ...
Civilization
... ruin their balance,and theyll fall intuit upon our faces, ...
Imagining youd come to say goodbye...
... I gave her thatch hair, and a broomstick skirt ...
Renunciation
... Its the Muse, mute with a shell clenched in her left hand, ...
Miscarriage
... of what was real,shes put out with the cur, ...
By This Pitch And Motion
... proved only shadow Surely evening goes by this pitch and motion, ...
Good Friday 2001, Riding North
... as I make peace at length with pink crape myrtles, ...
Sapphics For Celebrity
... near two dark-haired innocents -- asked that I play ...
Elizabeth Leaves A Letter For Dr. Frankenstein
... Mourning will fade, though, I know -- like your Ingolstadt nightmare ...
The Neighborhood
... the couch and floor,ungainly, barefoot, ...
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