Hummel Poems - Poems about Hummel

...The moon raced ahead of us, like a thirsty dog. Mama wet her knickers earlier that day, she yelled at everyone, for she didn't see it coming. Later, we teenagers latch-keyed in, the empty h......

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...Do not cry for me, for I am gone. When my ashes are brought home don’t place them on a mantel between the tacky Hummel figurines. No, tip them out onto the backyard but be sure the wind is not......

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...We went back to my house, our hands not holding but lively nerves under our clothes still slow groping the unseen. The moon raced ahead of us like a thirsty dog. Mama wet her knickers earlier......

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...We study our language when we are just born. First, we touch and hear, taste and smell, and then we see. We put a name on it. And we repeat it back by sound, motion, and symbols. Some words we ......

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