Ifnemfrog Gallery

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Ceramic Bunny. Silver Lake, Los Angeles. December 9, 2020.

the dozen zucchinilined up on

this man who never showedme much affection but gave me a knackfor solitude, which has been mostly us

I understood we were to have some experiences many times in our livesif we were lucky, but we would

I want you to tell me anythingAgain and againpoem excerpt, jericho brown

back on earth frogspit is dripping down wild aloe spikes poem excerpt, kaveh akbar

There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dressMy uncertain path with green, that I may speedEasily on

nemfrog: I lay, like a beetle irrigating a rose,my red thoughts in a red shade all I was poem excer

Crows, the voices of crows leaving their nests at dawn,

And where is its violet mouthIts ten fingers with which to fix mepoem excerpt, melissa broder

heavy clouds on the wayand the lawn steaming like a horsepoem excerpt, billy collins

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.poem except, jack gilbert sourc

steppingthrough a lava tube, we emergepoem excerpt, arthur sze

Our embrace lasted too long.We loved right down to the bone.I hear the bones grind, I seeour two ske

Silver Lake, Los Angeles. May 21, 2020. Nemfrog photo.

But all they want to dois tie the poem to a chair with ropeand torture a confession out of itpoem ex

their black and secret centerslie shattered on the lawnpoem excerpt, jane kenyon

let men with gold teeth bow to my titsand the blisters on my feet I become electricpoem excerpt, mor

I sit in a gold kimono, feeling the subterranean magma f

If you don’t look back,the future never happens.poem except, rita dove

I had a dreamabout a crystal blue pool.I felt stupid when I saw the ocean.poem exerpt, wendy xu

A lot can go wrongif you sleep or think, but the trees go on wavingtheir broken little hands.poem ex

though I step back into the ditch, no whitening cloud dispels this world’s mystery—poem except

from the train window, he saw they were on ladders cutting fruit off cacti — poem except, arthur sze

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