Potential Titles: Tyree Daye

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Because the valley was full of mirrors - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

Mirrors holding themselves toward the light - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

The controlled burning of that day - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

Light turned into a sleeve of blades - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

The unkempt gardenias eating the windows - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

Our devotion a ghost - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

The distance between dendity & beauty - Tyree Daye "Controlled Burning/A Love Poem for the Hill"

My sins braided into my glory - Tyree Daye "Cornrows"

A dust devil gathering wind - Tyree Daye "The Death of Jimmy as the Dog He Always Was"

Making a maple tree's shadow jealous - Tyree Daye "Dirt Cakes"

Never heard the soil speak - Tyree Daye "Do-si-do"

The sky in the middle of a conversation - Tyree Daye "Don't Say Love Just Signal"

No one had to tell the devil - Tyree Daye "Don't Say Love Just Signal"

Filled me with pine needles & pecan halves - Tyree Daye "Dream Book"

I promise to gather your bones - Tyree Daye "Field Notes on Beginning"

The darkness between two buildings - Tyree Daye "Field Notes on Beginning"

To gather your bones - Tyree Daye "Field Notes on Beginning"

An earth we knew the name of - Tyree Daye "Field Notes on Beginning"

Spirits entering a boardinghouse - Tyree Daye "Friday Night on the Hill"

Surrendering to a piece of plywood - Tyree Daye "Friday Night on the Hill"

Two-million-year-old currents - Tyree Daye "Gin River"

Silt around our ankles - Tyree Daye "Gin River"

Angels disguised as hurricanes - Tyree Daye "Jimmy Always Was"

mind filled with a light returning - Tyree Daye "The Lord's Corner"

Turned into a bluebird last summer - Tyree Daye "Miss Mary Mack Introduces Her Wings"

In those tobacco killing fields - Tyree Daye "Ms. Shirley Writes Us a Letter from the Other Side"

Lift enough smoke to reach you - Tyree Daye "No Ghost Abandoned"

The land murmurs in our hands - Tyree Daye "No Ghost Abandoned"

Learn the language of rain - Tyree Daye "No Ghost Abandoned"

Owls buried against the black roofs - Tyree Daye "There's a Whole Lot of Love round Here"

A pocketbook full of bone readers - Tyree Daye "There's a Whole Lot of Love round Here"

Lost in the survival of pine and ash - Tyree Daye "To: All Poets From: Northeastern North Carolina"

Made a star he couldn't follow - Tyree Daye "To: All Poets From: Northeastern North Carolina"

Rocks used to hold an angel down - Tyree Daye "The Tomato Women's Meetings: The Washing of Hands"

Snakes the color of wood ash or fresh dark - Tyree Daye "Town Day on the Hill"

Cousins with the blue earth - Tyree Daye "'tween my gone people & me"

Her speaking full of ravens' calls - Tyree Daye "'tween my gone people & me"

Her hurt was spindle to her love - Tyree Daye "'tween my gone people & me"

The valley full of the best bones - Tyree Daye "'tween my gone people & me"

A drought expected to happen - Tyree Daye "Uncle Gig's Return"

On a bus looking for your grave - Tyree Daye "Uncle Gig's Return"

A long corridor of water in the morning - Tyree Daye "Uncle Pac's Blues"

A lifetime of stories around them - Tyree Daye "untitled town poem: Confession"

Make magic under midnight moons - Tyree Daye "what the angels eat"

The only fruit the dead can eat - Tyree Daye "what the angels eat"


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