Poetry
Poems by Christopher Leibow exploring memory, intimacy, dream logic, and the strangeness inside ordinary moments. A mix of lyric, surreal, and narrative work.
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The Station
In a certain city of white tenements and wind-lashed blue banners, I stand waiting for a train in an empty station. The wind sends scraps of paper tumbling down the tracks— archives of…
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I Love You Most On Mondays
for Linnea How I love you, love you and your 47 shades, like all the different words for love. How I love you tangled in the lengthening day, or raging with life into…
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Rising from the dead.
For Linnea We are standing in the rain,waiting for a train— so very latefor the resurrection. I daydream you asleepon a ship, but you’reright here—my armsache for you. Then the sun risesfrom our…
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A One Woman Apocalypse
I’m standing herewith my heart in my hand,like a wet loaf of bread. And she’s there,walking away—taking the stars with her, turning the moon blood-red,sending me plagues and pestilencesof heart. There are wars,and…
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The Last Episode of The Lone Ranger
The Lone Ranger writes a letter to his Tanto, he writes, Things are not as they used to be. I am as useless as an Iron Lung. Riding around in his Ford Pinto…
