Armadillo Poet Poems

The ship, it sinks
And to my loss
A cable grabs my leg
...

And they kill.

The first dog's
face looms as
...

Sweet-
Red claws
Cover pink
Skin-meats.
...

like...talk to the gods
metal towers
aloft tapered mountains
broadcast
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There's a pleasure watching ink dry
Just that moment when, if you touch,
The words blot on the page
And the feeling behind the words
...

While surveying a distant shore
I came across some marble steps

From at their base I gazed upon
...

Do they sit when they call

Some get chased from the wind's shadow
To the shaking leaf
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…and I’ve come to
my collection
Stepping through a
silvery-glassed,
...