Potential Titles: Kimberly Blaeser

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The weight of ashes from burned-out camps - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

No dustbowl wind can lift this history of loss - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

Forgotten forms tremble into wholeness - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

Ghost forests raked by bears - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

Hoard names as if they could be stolen - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

Will paper their walls with maps and broken promises - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

The woodpecker sound of an old retreat - Kimberly Blaeser "Apprentice to Justice"

Perhaps we do well to live with uncertainty - Kimberly Blaeser "After Words"

Then we must rehearse goodbye - Kimberly Blaeser "After Words"

Each epoch a burnished stratum - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

Trace ownership in treaties and deeds - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

Salvage logs now kilned and carved - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

The echo of old names and weighted fill of rocks - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

Each cubed hollow the math of absence and distance - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

A storied purple destiny of ships run aground - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

Mirror the fetal scroll of fiddlehead ferns - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"

We take up space in their ledgers - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

My relatives are the salvage bodies of history - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

The garden song calls the pollinators - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

Not everything tattered is ruined - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

Built of equations for gain - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

Not all of our tools have price tags - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

Not all of our safeguards are weapons - Kimberly Blaeser "I was built by inherited hungers. This is not a poem that names them."

In the trombone slide of history - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

Turn to the older congress of the sun - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

In the assembled stories of sky - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

The mathematics of bending trees - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

Each seasonal chorus colored with resilience - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

Wear this ancient armour of belonging - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

Suffered and sweetly mended nets of abundance - Kimberly Blaeser "A Quest for Universal Suffrage"

Shatter into triangles of mosaic light - Kimberly Blaeser "Unlawful Assembly"

Pungent in the still images sacrificed to history - Kimberly Blaeser "Unlawful Assembly"

A ghosted threshold of being - Kimberly Blaeser "The Way We Love Something Small"

An arc of almost - Kimberly Blaeser "The Way We Love Something Small"


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