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J M McDermott
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I bleed paper and ink. Sometimes electrons.
I bleed paper and ink. Sometimes electrons.

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Sonnet #245
We call it a moment but it is all movement We are always dancing to a song we might not hear Of storms blowing through, of leaves curling up Of insects cracking through their own shells We call it a moment, this picture of movement Held Still, smile for the...
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Sonnet #243
"What was my face before I was born?" My galaxy was neither born nor is it done Swirling into some final dance of bright suns Still, considering how these things are worn At some point, yes, my galaxy was born To answer the question, and think of the truth ...
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Faith is a Fine Invention
We talk of god the way we talk of godfathers I sinned against your amorphous will It's my fault. Really, I am lucky and grateful you only hurt me to here And decided against what I deserve How kind you are to hurt me To correct what you would deem unworthy ...
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Sonnet #244
Alas the money runs away along the path Where clever men set snares for money And wicked men will club and take in wrath And we all need the money, chase the money We must follow and shout and grab  Money is a misty ghost with eight long legs It moves like ...
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Sestina #2
1: “Spring is the prize of the birds that survived,” cackled grackles The pigeons have no language like theirs, they coo and scratch the first worms, the first seeds, the firsts of all the things fallen down “We remember when the world was only ever spring,...
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Sonnet #241
The absence of things is the greatness of things The greatest war that ever was was never fought The greatest fight that ever was was avoided The greatest crime that ever was died in the mind that imagined it The greatest poem ever written is a blank page a...
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Sonnet #242
Where is the patron saint of happiness, of things and people never lost, of a health that blossoms self and painless mornings and easy losses? All our prayers to call away the sufferings Seem to breed dependence on the Lord As if this world of suffering is ...
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Sonnet #240
Everyone I know and love, and everything I need Exists upon an eggshell, hung by a handshake as light as a feather; sewn needle and thread is some landscape cross-stitched at best, that bleeds in mud patches and most of it is water what's left is all weeds,...
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Sonnet #239
Blackberries are roses. Don't let anyone forget. Also apples and cherries are roses, the bloom has the blush, the center familiar, the plum is a rose, all of them showing their past Say one is tall as a tree, or as small as a cane Say the leaves are differe...
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Sonnet #238
In which the demon speaks is that which lives For nothing dead can carry demonology, Those determinate souls who will certainly Go down way down will unperturbed slide Into their days while those too good for words Will never speak the language of the gloom...
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