Potential Titles: Tim Seibles
Jul. 1st, 2011 05:24 pmLive with their life on loan - Tim Seibles "All the Time Blues Villanelle"
The hours break the line - Tim Seibles "All the Time Blues Villanelle"
Some of our friends who should be alive - Tim Seibles "Faith"
Death moves and memory doesn't - Tim Seibles "Faith"
Even knowing that someone is stealing our lives - Tim Seibles "Faith"
For whatever being human could mean - Tim Seibles "Faith"
The kind of love that lands like a leaf - Tim Seibles "Naive"
While katydids burnish the day - Tim Seibles "Naive"
This itching fury that holds me - Tim Seibles "Naive"
Into all the regular disguises - Tim Seibles "Naive"
Believing in the wealth of the unruined heart - Tim Seibles "Naive"
Five-legged pocket spiders - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
Each thought leaning on its horn - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
Testing the world with your bold myopia - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
Brandishing verbs like twigs in your beak - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
The unrestrained innocence of your intentions - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
That rings like rain before it falls - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
With God's breath at their backs - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
The gallant strain of a pilfered ant - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
What the strings would say concerning my soul - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
The palpable alchemy of an unreasonable world - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
How the soul finally falls - Tim Seibles "Unmarked"
Engraves its hesitations - Tim Seibles "Unmarked"
What the wind told the trees - Tim Seibles "Unmarked"
Save me from the parade of knives - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"
Keep the faces of our enemies well lit - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"
Their silk ties and their secret economies - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"
Filling the auditoriums with empty skulls - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"
The colors came with the smell of burning - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"
The crickets trying to stave off the chill - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"
The zombies are already near - Tim Seibles "Zombie Blues Villanelle"
I'm driving with no way to steer - Tim Seibles "Zombie Blues Villanelle"
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The hours break the line - Tim Seibles "All the Time Blues Villanelle"
Some of our friends who should be alive - Tim Seibles "Faith"
Death moves and memory doesn't - Tim Seibles "Faith"
Even knowing that someone is stealing our lives - Tim Seibles "Faith"
For whatever being human could mean - Tim Seibles "Faith"
The kind of love that lands like a leaf - Tim Seibles "Naive"
While katydids burnish the day - Tim Seibles "Naive"
This itching fury that holds me - Tim Seibles "Naive"
Into all the regular disguises - Tim Seibles "Naive"
Believing in the wealth of the unruined heart - Tim Seibles "Naive"
Five-legged pocket spiders - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
Each thought leaning on its horn - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
Testing the world with your bold myopia - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
Brandishing verbs like twigs in your beak - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
The unrestrained innocence of your intentions - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
That rings like rain before it falls - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
With God's breath at their backs - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
The gallant strain of a pilfered ant - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
What the strings would say concerning my soul - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
The palpable alchemy of an unreasonable world - Tim Seibles "Ode to My Hands"
How the soul finally falls - Tim Seibles "Unmarked"
Engraves its hesitations - Tim Seibles "Unmarked"
What the wind told the trees - Tim Seibles "Unmarked"
Save me from the parade of knives - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"
Keep the faces of our enemies well lit - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"
Their silk ties and their secret economies - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"
Filling the auditoriums with empty skulls - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"
The colors came with the smell of burning - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"
The crickets trying to stave off the chill - Tim Seibles "Vendetta, May 2006"
The zombies are already near - Tim Seibles "Zombie Blues Villanelle"
I'm driving with no way to steer - Tim Seibles "Zombie Blues Villanelle"
Poet's page at poets.org.
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