Potential Titles: Brenda Hillman

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Circled the serrated hills - Brenda Hillman "& After the Power Came Back"

Crawled under fire-forgotten rocks "& After the Power Came Back"

The season hauls the wind inside "& After the Power Came Back"

New minutes set in past danger "& After the Power Came Back"

Little thistles between the humans & non-humans "& After the Power Came Back"

The linked auras in trees "& After the Power Came Back"

Stood outside the gates of permissible sound - Brenda Hillman "Angrily Standing Outside in the Wind"

A rope ladder to the resting zone - Brenda Hillman "Autumn Ritual with Hate Turned Sideways"

Around campfires below the mind - Brenda Hillman "Autumn Ritual with Hate Turned Sideways"

Tiny fires with hurt earth spirits - Brenda Hillman "Autumn Ritual with Hate Turned Sideways"

Put down its roots below the phyla - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Branches reaching the planet heart - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Reaching the planet heart by the billions - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

During a revolution we don't see - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Fled to electrical dark water - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Edges that sought release from envy - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Has outworn the shame of time - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Above a blaze of rhizomes - Brenda Hillman "The Bride Tree Can't Be Read"

Every week for about a decade - Brenda Hillman "Crypto-animist Introvert Activism"

Earth dropped its dark clock - Brenda Hillman "The Eighties"

Deconstruction found the moving circle - Brenda Hillman "The Eighties"

Leapt through the vault of the sky - Brenda Hillman "The Eighties"

Summon the seeds & weeds - Brenda Hillman "Girl Sleuth"

Phone the finch with the crowded beak - Brenda Hillman "Girl Sleuth"

The wren ignoring the thorn - Brenda Hillman "Girl Sleuth"

While mineral sirens fade - Brenda Hillman "The Hour Until We See You"

Plum blossom riot moments - Brenda Hillman "The Hour Until We See You"

Light in the hour of lemon & water - Brenda Hillman "The Late Cold War"

Slipped a code into your shoe - Brenda Hillman "The Late Cold War"

Tracing gray skin around the unsayable - Brenda Hillman "The Letters Learn to Breathe Twice"

The page had borders but no limit - Brenda Hillman "The Letters Learn to Breathe Twice"

Little zeroes between mystery & meaning - Brenda Hillman "Lines for the 19th Amendment Centennial"

Hearses carrying the corpse of profit - Brenda Hillman "Lines for the 19th Amendment Centennial"

Our electrons speed inside oblivion - Brenda Hillman "Lines for the 19th Amendment Centennial"

Our story sails along inside oblivion - Brenda Hillman "Lines for the 19th Amendment Centennial"

We fed refusal to the storm - Brenda Hillman "Lines for the 19th Amendment Centennial"

One small silver nothing - Brenda Hillman "Micro-minutes on Your Way to Work"

Scholar of trapped light - Brenda Hillman "Micro-minutes on Your Way to Work"

Your quilt of questions - Brenda Hillman "Micro-minutes on Your Way to Work"

The risky enterprise of talking - Brenda Hillman "Micro-minutes on Your Way to Work"

Releasing the caged stars - Brenda Hillman "Micro-minutes on Your Way to Work"

Rose over dirt for the prism of progress - Brenda Hillman "1951"

Minerals torn from mines with no mouths - Brenda Hillman "1951"

When nuclear testing began north of love - Brenda Hillman "1951"

Under the silent claw of the predator - Brenda Hillman "1951"

Was shame in you born before beauty? - Brenda Hillman "1951"

Its terminal clusters piercing thunderheads - Brenda Hillman "1951"

The angle of gray minutes entering the medium days - Brenda Hillman "On a Day, In the World"

The willing burden of an old belief - Brenda Hillman "On a Day, In the World"

Through a bank of verbena & fog - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Nothing quieted the crows - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

The snake had gone back to the hills - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

A cosmic particle seen once - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Walked past pines to their hearts' desire - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Children of light & flesh - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Gates opened in the reeds - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Otters swam in the lagoon - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

No negative interest rate environment - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

In animated orange code - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Crows & apples sanction their appeal - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

At the precipice past dread or Thursdays - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Sand is the residue of stars - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

The dream went back past the signs - Brenda Hillman "Poem for a National Seashore"

Who can tell you not to mourn the dust? - Brenda Hillman "Porcelain Musician in a Child's Bedroom"

If you want to mourn the dust - Brenda Hillman "Porcelain Musician in a Child's Bedroom"

Of carbons from the start of time - Brenda Hillman "Porcelain Musician in a Child's Bedroom"

Coming through the panel of death - Brenda Hillman "Reverse Seeing"

More saints for Augustine's mother - Brenda Hillman "Sediments of Santa Monica"

Went down to the ferris wheel - Brenda Hillman "Sediments of Santa Monica"

Neon spikes around everyone - Brenda Hillman "Sediments of Santa Monica"

Evidence of inner fire - Brenda Hillman "Sediments of Santa Monica"

A hawk skims the exterior - Brenda Hillman "A Short Rhyme for Amiri Baraka"

Red's arid shadow on the other side - Brenda Hillman "A Short Rhyme for Amiri Baraka"

Blaze toward western emptiness - Brenda Hillman "Some Kinds of Forever Visit You"

Four kinds of forever visit you - Brenda Hillman "Some Kinds of Forever Visit You"

Bacteria communicate in color - Brenda Hillman "Species Prepare to Exist After Money"

Warn each other in teal or celadon - Brenda Hillman "Species Prepare to Exist After Money"

Hoards the seven tiny silences - Brenda Hillman "Species Prepare to Exist After Money"

To the heaven of messy souls - Brenda Hillman "Split Tractate"

Sand under anxious days - Brenda Hillman "To Mycorrhizae Under Our Mother's Garden"

Ampersands of storage compounds - Brenda Hillman "To Mycorrhizae Under Our Mother's Garden"

Look back, forward, or in - Brenda Hillman "Triple Moments of Light and Industry"

Algorithms have just been invented - Brenda Hillman "Unendangered Moths of the Mid-Twentieth Century"

Snagged like the yearning in dreams - Brenda Hillman "Unendangered Moths of the Mid-Twentieth Century"

Form & light, extra space in the ampersand - Brenda Hillman "Unendangered Moths of the Mid-Twentieth Century"

With great hope in its energy - Brenda Hillman "Winged One"

A wait not even known yet - Brenda Hillman "Wood's Edge"

The tall night trees between them - Brenda Hillman "Wood's Edge"

Lungs of a painting - Brenda Hillman "Wood's Edge"

They swept me in four ways - Brenda Hillman "Wood's Edge"


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