Poetry by Matthew Cook
Crossing Point | Single Occupancy Unity | The Hedging Season
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Read MoreGhost Coming to Terms | Medium after Trances | Medium on the Sleeping Arrangements of the Dead
Read MoreCorrections | Ought
Read Moreas exhibited | cow | rejoinder
Read MoreFour Words of the Apocalypse | Eleusinian Mystery | Diving In
Read MoreTennessee Is Burning | Why I Couldn’t Write | Final Days, 2016
Read MoreWhen Rhyme Fails Rhyme Attempts to Come
to the Rescue | Hypnic Jerk with F Train | Diminishing Returns
We Move in Orbits So Distant from Each Other | When My Phone Doesn’t Ring It’s Everything
Read MoreArgus | My Complaint
Read MoreHome | Candy smoke | Disaster
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