Potential Titles: Mark Jarman

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The rain begins its sober comedy - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

Hidden from the cop car sleeking innocently past - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

The apotheosis of wet asphalt - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

Too dramatic to be questioned - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

What they buy is light rolled in a wave - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

Engineered to navigate an illusion of deep water - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

So insular, so quiet, it enters the earth - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

Darting plunderer of gnat hordes - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The distant bark of sea lions gives nothing away - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The ironbark eucalyptus dwells in ignorance and beauty - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The news will take some time to get here - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

From memories of sunlight and clear water - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The way a trellis shadow cages light - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Those phosphorescent shoulders of the night surf - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

An agitation in the falling water of creatures set to glowing - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Which we perceived as incandescent wonder - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Our hearts filled by the light of crashing down - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Gasping and giving up a ghost of spray - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Waking at nightfall like the other monsters - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Arson is hardly required to set your body burning - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Flame wind, ember wind, wind of moonlit smoke - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Rolling a fog of ash downhill to sea - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The pelican takes a hatchet to the water - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

A faceted galleon perfect for a song - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Had returned from dry land back to water - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

All memory of other motion swept back in your wake - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The owls will call among the eucalyptus - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The white tailed kite will arc across the mesa - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

And our paired silhouettes are waiting for us - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The loving geometry that sketched your bones - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

The cloudy zenith whence your soul descended - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

In shimmering rivulets across pure granite - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

A single braided stream into the skull's cup - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

The first time you conceived of justice - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

How you understood the inheritance of first principles - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

And erected temples like thunderheads - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

As if it were penicillin or the speed of light - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

Consider the first knowledge of otherness - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

When I learn of your enterprising viciousness - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

Turns another into a robot or a parasite or a maniac - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

Restore life to those you have killed - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

Trust to those you have betrayed - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

Will know that it contains my blessing - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

Was welcome on that shore of recognition - Mark Jarman "The Mermaid"

Barred at the threshold till we cleaned the tar - Mark Jarman "The Mermaid"

Gave me a new word to say for home - Mark Jarman "The Mermaid"

Have come home laughing from the feast for Robert Burns - Mark Jarman "My Parents Have Come Home Laughing"

Have bent double in the glittering frost - Mark Jarman "My Parents Have Come Home Laughing"

The strength to keep laughing breaks in a sigh - Mark Jarman "My Parents Have Come Home Laughing"

Roland's horn resounds through ages - Mark Jarman "Song of Roland"

Roland's song comes down from the Pyrenees - Mark Jarman "Song of Roland"

With wild olives bending down to drink - Mark Jarman "Spell for Encanto Creek"

To look at their two shadows on your surface - Mark Jarman "Spell for Encanto Creek"

A wave in the silk of white water - Mark Jarman "The Supremes"

Leaving again for points north and east - Mark Jarman "The Supremes"

Full of simple sweetness and repetition - Mark Jarman "The Supremes"

The hulks of burned out houses stand unrazed - Mark Jarman "Tale of Two Cities"

In winter bearded with fire truck ice - Mark Jarman "Tale of Two Cities"

Only at a distance can it be loved - Mark Jarman "Tale of Two Cities"

Those mean little squares and boulevards - Mark Jarman "Tale of Two Cities"

Boulevards sprouting their haystraw weeds - Mark Jarman "Tale of Two Cities"

Corners where small hilarities gathered, teasing - Mark Jarman "Tale of Two Cities"

The lily clothed to make Solomon rue his glory - Mark Jarman "Then Saw the Problem"

What leap takes off from here towards evolution - Mark Jarman "Then Saw the Problem"

Pointing the way to the pearly everlasting - Mark Jarman "Then Saw the Problem"

Eons made the flower and flowers have their agendas - Mark Jarman "Then Saw the Problem"

Whatever the population of the field - Mark Jarman "Then Saw the Problem"

More than a lifetime to construct that airport - Mark Jarman "Then Saw the Problem"


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