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  • False Elegy

    I sometimes feel as if my mother has died and I’m free
  • Why are white butterflies always in pairs

    Above the Morning Glory.  I’ve wondered this
  • Practically Home

    Every blaze in fire season is practically home.
  • Two Poems

    In reading I Decipher These marks
  • Considering the Extraordinary Lateness of the Hour

    might it not behoove us to retire, to disappear
  • Two Poems

    My brain is such a bully—wash your face, comb your hair,