Potential Titles: Ed Roberson

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wearing the coat of a flash of lightning - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

lightning through the fleeing window - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

so prepare to wear next to nothing - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

their trumpets blown inside out - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

the golden caskets of days coming up false - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

how to parlay a no good into something better - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

filling with the red rain of his grab-assing hurricane - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

some people hating the darkness of crow - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

eat and speak an unanswerable and chilling fire - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

this awful and diminishing now - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

a future all we were able to see - Ed Roberson "American Quartet"

whether hunger made it that particular - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

I'm not in on that swing of evolution - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

people tracking our hungers - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

plotted against by merely being us - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

swallowed in the calculations of white sheets - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

plans for turning back any move forward - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

curves thrown back down your throat - Ed Roberson "(...As for the Swallows, All They Were Doing)"

mine are the rainbow arms of the horizon - Ed Roberson "Black Earth Song"

stroking you forward to the center of the sky - Ed Roberson "Black Earth Song"

how you know a song from anything else - Ed Roberson "Come On in the Song of the Changes"

the sound of your thoughts' running - Ed Roberson "Come On in the Song of the Changes"

less savior than common sense calling - Ed Roberson "Come On in the Song of the Changes"

There is nothing concrete to grasp - Ed Roberson "Here"

The evidence of red-eye flights east - Ed Roberson "Here"

A windy vibration-less melody of counterpoint - Ed Roberson "The Neighbor's Street Sirens Sing"

The grand balance of the dances - Ed Roberson "The Neighbor's Street Sirens Sing"

night lightning strobes the raindrops - Ed Roberson "Nolan,"

stop in midair in that soundless moment - Ed Roberson "Nolan,"

The descending shadow of the petals stains the street - Ed Roberson "once the magnolia has blossomed"

a sparrow no one had kept an eye on except the peregrine - Ed Roberson "once the magnolia has blossomed"

the plant cycle of sublime season done - Ed Roberson "once the magnolia has blossomed"

sacrifice to some stoned possession for blood spent - Ed Roberson "once the magnolia has blossomed"

so much lost you'd think beauty had left a lesson - Ed Roberson "once the magnolia has blossomed"

Break across insulating space - Ed Roberson "Whose sleeves: American Tagasode"

Distance doesn't dissipate - Ed Roberson "Whose sleeves: American Tagasode"


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