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The Old Complaint
M.J. Howes, Editor
Monday, June 30, 2008
Dress Rehearsal
What looked like love was just a man
falling into a crowd of women dressed like tornadoes.
July 2008
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Maria J. Howes
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2009
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December
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Pinwheeled, I warble. Toasted my butter, posted ca...
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November
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Saturday
Poorly catalogued intentions.
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September
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Letter to an Aging Poet
Moving Boxes
abridged suite
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August
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saudade: vol. 1
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July
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Wrong-done and un-won, sin engraved in mouth wide ...
In the canyon, caught by the heat of a hundred han...
Peaking again in a patch of sand, packaged for mis...
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June
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Bench dream.
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May
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Hands
Door Tempo
Container
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March
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Sabbat
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February
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March Doesn't Mind Me Staring at Walls
Ash Wednesday in Saint Paul, Before the Snow Falls...
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2008
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December
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Untitled
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October
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Meter Theatre
Revival
The Bowls
Arms
Minneapolis, One.
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September
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Old Season Widows
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August
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Cocked head of a dead dove
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July
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Heirloom winter
Homecoming
Morning on the BBC
Carousel Horse
The Ghost of Aristotle
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June
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Dress Rehearsal
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April
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Scenes for Small Actors: Chapters 5-6
Scenes for Small Actors: Chapter 4
Scenes for Small Actors: Chapter 3
Scenes for Small Actors: Chapter 2
Scenes for Small Actors: Chapter 1
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February
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America, keep the Change
Reflections on Self, Sadness and Incomplete Indepe...
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2007
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December
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Sun in the Morning and Ki-moon at Night
The Cookie's the Thing
Holidate
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November
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Gross Negligence
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Great Expectations
Blog, Gabriel, blog!
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Awkward Press
Twin Brother
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Beat Them Gherkins
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