Michael Collier

Michael Collier

  MEADOW   Moments that were tender, if I can use that word, now rendered in memory’s worn face, have names attached and, less...
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Michael Collier

Michael Collier

That’s how he looked this morning, / a thrashing, fissured monument / pecked by birds that nominate his skin

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