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Alex Miller

Alex Miller

Alex Miller is a staff writer for The Curator and co-author of A Bow from My Shadow, a collection of poems in dialogue with poems by Luke Irwin. His work has appeared in The Millions, The Adirondack Review, Measure, Pif, The Curator, and The Denver Syntax. He is a Lecturer in Western Literature at Gordon College in Wenham, Massachusetts and an English teacher.

Plums


The garden in the morning: I crush a white
moth and dust stains the tomato leaves.
The days shorten, steeped in light.
In our plum trees night falls like a limb
cracked in a storm, dragging rain down with it
clinging to the strands of a spider web.
The earth does not exactly suffer.
The rabbit seems to sleep in the fox's teeth
like an exhausted lover. In my wife's palm
the gathered plums have grown so sweet they split.

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