Potential Titles: John McCarthy

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Icicles hang from a crow - John McCarthy "-30 Degrees"

Old trophies, missing years and nameplates - John McCarthy "Ashley, Indiana"

Assume the changeable parts of fate - John McCarthy "At Six I Learned How to Cook"

Until the sun collapses behind all the dust - John McCarthy "County Fair"

Slow dancing on the cooling pavement - John McCarthy "County Fair"

In the seconds before a tornado - John McCarthy "Garnett, Kansas"

Your initials carved in dogwoods - John McCarthy "Garnett, Kansas"

Watching lightning open up the sky - John McCarthy "Garnett, Kansas"

To add a new layer to the ground - John McCarthy "Garnett, Kansas"

Their ancient language preserved as awe - John McCarthy "Garnett, Kansas"

Plaid patterns push against bloodroot - John McCarthy "General Electric Monitor Top"

Between the storm of imagination - John McCarthy "Ghost Friends, Sangamon County"

Disappear into thick air - John McCarthy "Ghost Friends, Sangamon County"

Harvested fields scavenged by crows - John McCarthy "Ghost Friends, Sangamon County"

Loneliness covered in smoke and fog - John McCarthy "Ghost Friends, Sangamon County"

Trying to crush beer cans against the moon - John McCarthy "Ghost Friends, Sangamon County"

Where a century fits comfortably inside 10 am - John McCarthy "Gravestone"

What have clock hands actually held? - John McCarthy "Gravestone"

Praying in the swamp of memory - John McCarthy "Gravestone"

Inside a whirlwind of frustrating storms - John McCarthy "How to Disappear"

To digest the color of ghosts - John McCarthy "How to Disappear"

No one ever sees a spider web coming - John McCarthy "How to Disappear"

Don't hide without a fight - John McCarthy "How to Disappear"

Made of birthstone & birchbark - John McCarthy "I Wanted to Save Her but the Trailer Park Was a Chasm"

Corn husk and quiet jubilee - John McCarthy "Just Outside Owasso"

Mortared together with dirt roads - John McCarthy "Just Outside Owasso"

Reasons to buy hammers or light bulbs - John McCarthy "The Key"

The tracing by which spaces are unlocked - John McCarthy "The Key"

Worlds appear in the alley - John McCarthy "The Key"

My reflection in dusty windows - John McCarthy "Mud on the Carpet"

Too honest for its crooked frame - John McCarthy "Nosebleed"

The mystery stopped coming through - John McCarthy "On and Off Route 130, Collinsville, Illinois"

Started husking corn at dawn - John McCarthy "On and Off Route 130, Collinsville, Illinois"

Where tourists walk by camera light - John McCarthy "On and Off Route 130, Collinsville, Illinois"

A chorus of trumpets and ukuleles - John McCarthy "On the Day I Left Town"

The headlight feeling of leaving - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

My past was its own face - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

How bright my headlights shine - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

Time is a pair of lungs laboring - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

Losing the rest of the pieces on purpose - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

Listening to you recollect a lifetime - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

Coyotes wishing you well - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

Until your coat stops shivering - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

A bed full of boxes and glass - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

And the years break apart - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

Priming our breaths for heat - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

Flicks cherries into the dark - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

Pockets full of closed fists - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

Taking all the weather with them - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

An addict to continuity - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

To smash the windows out of my dreams - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

All gold and true inside my head - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

A violin plucked with a hacksaw - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

A grand piano balancing on the tip of a fishhook - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

I will drown when it snows - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

The best places to hide - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

Nothing left but ideas we will never have - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

The pain will always dream - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

The difference between sacrifice and desire - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

Bone-cold root of nowhere - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

A purpose always stacked on another purpose - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

An imperfect form of knowledge - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

Last winter's salt stains - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

All four seasons at once - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

How the bed is filled with weather - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

Listening to the gravel break its spine - John McCarthy "Pickup Truck"

The dandelion turns into a pinata - John McCarthy "Planting"

Landmines in the garden bed - John McCarthy "Planting"

Disappears with quiet fireworks - John McCarthy "Planting"

Gunpowder and blossom - John McCarthy "Planting"

Where shadows exhale their spirits of smoke - John McCarthy "Portrait of a Preacher's Secret, Dekalb, Illinois"

Crop-grower of infertile seed - John McCarthy "Portrait of a Preacher's Secret, Dekalb, Illinois"

Forever with a scarred, closed fist - John McCarthy "Portrait of a Preacher's Secret, Dekalb, Illinois"

To keep the years from breaking apart - John McCarthy "Repeating the Past in Future Tense"

Feet callused from paspalum and rye - John McCarthy "Silence Rising, Dust Rising"

Watching silence rising from the dust - John McCarthy "Silence Rising, Dust Rising"

The cockleburs tore our feet open - John McCarthy "Toughness"

Leave our shadows under pillows - John McCarthy "Toughness"

The silence beside a barbed wire fence - John McCarthy "Toughness"

A gaggle of throats coughing gravel - John McCarthy "The Weight of Dirt and Rust"

Their gutters fill with all four seasons - John McCarthy "The Weight of Dirt and Rust"


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