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Christine Aziz
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MAYBE IN MY SLEEP......
It's a wonderful night. Owls hoot  to a waxing moon, the cat's flaked out on the sofa recovering.  I trod on him earlier. Ten minutes down through the wood there's a shore  and a sea that knows me and a wind that travels its own road  to my garden. Maybe in...

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I WRITE LOVE POEMS BECAUSE.....
  I write love poems but don't know who they ' re for.  Somewhere in a corner, there's an oblique shadow  that I loved beyond torture, one day, a minute at a time. I can't remember his name. He was like all the rest, hardly there, serving a purpose, but lov...

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NIGHT RIDER
  Every year a straight   backed sentinel packed with ice called winter. We fornicate with winds, birth babies in the dark. My bed moves through   streets,    floats above   Christmas. Turkey bones drying in empty kitchens. Torn paper chains. Hearts simmeri...

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CROW
  In this land, the carrion crow is king ennobled by   silence. The poet sleeps in its
jail-bright eye, guardian of all we have lost. Fledglings hatch from a
coffin beak, They rise and flock, a blight
of black wings, infallible sons of   dead oration. Bolts...

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REDS UNDER THE BED....
All these mumblings about Russians fiddling with American democracy  had me searching for my winter hat. It's a beret  with  two red and gold enamel  badges - one of Vladimir Lenin and the other of the Soviet hammer and sickle. They were given to me by a  R...

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STAND BY YOUR MAN
While in Egypt, I lived for some weeks with a
family. One day, one of the daughters told her brother-in-law what she thought of him.  It was not flattering.  There was uproar. The rest of the family
rounded on her, even though she was saying what they all
t...

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REDS UNDER THE BED....
All these mumblings about Russians fiddling with American democracy  had me searching for my winter hat. It's a beret  with  two red and gold enamel  badges - one of Vladimir Lenin and the other of the Soviet hammer and sickle. They were given to me by a  R...

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STAND BY YOUR MAN
While in Egypt I lived for some weeks with a
family. One day, one of the daughters told her brother-in-law what she thought of him.   It was not flattering.   There was uproar. The rest of the family
rounded on her, even though she was saying what they all
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HUNTER'S MOON
Late last night went down to the beach, called by a fat, full moon. We didn't
talk for long, and I declined its offer to sit beside it in the sky.  "It's too far," I said.  "Too far?" said the moon indignantly. "I smile on your sea,
your face, light the ...

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ALL THIS FUCKING, WHERE DOES IT LEAD TO?
a theory of exploding light.
the indelible reality of illusion.  
the perfume of your eyes.
your hair a volt of vipers settling on my breasts.
my mouth, a temple of profanity,
meets your reckless dark.
the earth mi...
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