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Baruch November: St. Louis Park, M.N.

they would ask how it felt
“to be a kike, to taste a baby’s
blood, to kill a savior?”

January 7, 2020 · Leave a comment

Baruch November: Beard 7

In its color alone,
my beard is the sun falling upon the evening
and some days
it is chaffing brambles, poison
sumac, creeping red vines everywhere.

December 5, 2019 · Leave a comment

Baruch November: Summer, Duluth, M.N.

we reel
in crappie after crappie,
laughing at their name
and the ease at which
they are hooked

July 25, 2019 · Leave a comment

Baruch November: Our Captain Speaking

hard pretzels curved to the shape
of life’s perilous twists

May 23, 2019 · Leave a comment

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