Potential Titles: Maggie Smith

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Horse droppings and hard candy - Maggie Smith "Accidental Pastoral"

Unwrapping golden butterscotches - Maggie Smith "Accidental Pastoral"

Lost among the chestnut trees - Maggie Smith "Apologue (1)"

Who confuses wondering with wandering - Maggie Smith "Apologue (1)"

Stars smolder well into daylight - Maggie Smith "First Fall"

At least fifty percent terrible - Maggie Smith "Good Bones"

Between the day receding and what we recognize as morning - Maggie Smith "How Dark the Beginning" [Poetry Feb 2020]

The sun cresting like a wave that won't break - Maggie Smith "How Dark the Beginning" [Poetry Feb 2020]

Dragging its shadow across the screen - Maggie Smith "How Dark the Beginning" [Poetry Feb 2020]

Let me speak on behalf of the good dark - Maggie Smith "How Dark the Beginning" [Poetry Feb 2020]

Tell the past the truth about itself - Maggie Smith "Joke"

Not a lie if the teller believes it - Maggie Smith "Parachute"

Reassure us of the world's wholeness - Maggie Smith "Parachute"

The narrative that makes them beautiful - Maggie Smith "Parachute"

Let us praise the ghost gardens - Maggie Smith "Perennials"

Where perennials wake in competent dirt - Maggie Smith "Perennials"

And frame the absence of a house - Maggie Smith "Perennials"

Needs another to chime against - Maggie Smith "Perennials"

Instead praise meadow and ruin - Maggie Smith "Perennials"

A tigereye banded five kinds of gold - Maggie Smith "Poem Beginning with a Line from It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown"

The sequin tree shaking its spangles - Maggie Smith "Poem Beginning with a Line from It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown"

Whether we're looking or not - Maggie Smith "Poem Beginning with a Line from It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown"

In distorted gold - Maggie Smith "Rasp"

Heat rises in distorted gold - Maggie Smith "Rasp"

Twisting anything seen through it - Maggie Smith "Rasp"

A broom being swept by the wind - Maggie Smith "Rasp"

The starlings choose one piece of sky - Maggie Smith "Starling"

A thousand arrows pointing in unison - Maggie Smith "Starling"

A door you can be on both sides of at once - Maggie Smith "Threshold" [Poetry Feb. 2020]

To be on both sides of here and there - Maggie Smith "Threshold" [Poetry Feb. 2020]

What did we call the life we would wish back? - Maggie Smith "Threshold" [Poetry Feb. 2020]

Any open space may be a threshold, an arch of entering and leaving - Maggie Smith "Threshold" [Poetry Feb. 2020]

Wading through nothing but timothy grass - Maggie Smith "Threshold" [Poetry Feb. 2020]

Passing through doorway after doorway after doorway - Maggie Smith "Threshold" [Poetry Feb. 2020]

Missed the last train out - Maggie Smith "Twentieth Century"

Wove the long braid down my back - Maggie Smith "Twentieth Century"

As if I'd forgotten your face - Maggie Smith "Twentieth Century"

Levers and gears designed to conceal - Maggie Smith "Voting-Machine"

Where the partial precedes the whole - Maggie Smith "Voting-Machine"

I carried my fear of the world - Maggie Smith "What I Carried"

And apprenticed myself to the fear - Maggie Smith "What I Carried"

Repaid me by teaching me how to carry it - Maggie Smith "What I Carried"

As if it could protect me from the world - Maggie Smith "What I Carried"

Without knowing how to set it down - Maggie Smith "What I Carried"

Drizzles gold on her breakfast toast - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

Casting smoke like a spell - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

As if smoke revises the story of the air - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

Forbidden lantern lit on the inside - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

Honey is sweetness and fear - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

The bees have learned to embroider - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

Stitch the sky with warnings - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

The sound of bees perforating the air - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

Though the thread too is air - Maggie Smith "Where Honey Comes From"

Have scribbled myself inside it - Maggie Smith "Written Deer"

Either one could be erased - Maggie Smith "Written Deer"

Turned to ice and promised not to crack - Maggie Smith "You Could Never Take A Car to Greenland"

Unless we cut ourselves free - Maggie Smith "You Could Never Take A Car to Greenland"


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