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Author: Debora Greger

In the Warehouse of Old Dreams

July 24December 8 Debora Greger

there’s a hill of self-help books, secondhand. There’s a tower of tomes that tried to get rich quick, signed by the author, never read.   Who trussed a cookbook with […]

 Poem  Debora Greger

To a Cheap Replica of the Head of Michelangelo’s David

July 17December 8 Debora Greger

Into the birdbath’s frozen mirror, you stare down a nose of red clay as if—past mossy five o’clock-shadow, your curls under snow— you can’t see someone just carved from marble, […]

 Poem  Debora Greger

May Altar Constructed from Memory

July 10December 8 Debora Greger

God lay down in the one cool spot of the hall the bell had emptied like a church. Down He lay, one eye closed, one keeping watch, for we had […]

 Poem  Debora Greger

To Li Po in Blossom Time

January 17December 8 Debora Greger

Five in the morning, the first light milky this far north. And that first glint of gold— would you say coins scattered on palace grounds? No, it is just a […]

 Poem  Debora Greger

On History’s Great Estate

December 13December 8 Debora Greger

A ragged regiment of leeks was left to guard the plot. Green soldiers leaning like drunks on air so cold it felt solid, they turned their backs on the bones […]

 Poem  Debora Greger

Portrait Painter at War

October 18December 8 Debora Greger

Horrible light and very short sittings— the portrait of the Old Gentleman, who looks like a medieval saint, will take longer than I thought. So here I am at the […]

 Poem  Debora Greger

The Unicorn of Florida

June 28December 8 Debora Greger

I The natives wear bits of horn about their necks and affirm they derive from a beast that, coming to the river to drink, puts its singular horn into the […]

 Poem  Debora Greger

Poem with Understory

February 22December 8 Debora Greger

Poem written so long ago I didn’t know I was a poet, your words fell in the desert of childhood, downwind from the reactor. Like what little rain reached that […]

 Poem  Debora Greger

My First Museum

November 16December 8 Debora Greger

was just a room past the edge of Pasco, at Sacajawea State Park. The desert glared at me from the window. The Snake River glinted like obsidian. The walls bristled […]

 Poem  Debora Greger

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