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Poems

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  • Wind, Blue Sky

    I am practicing being

  • Grandpa David Told Me Once of Carpathia, a Place He had Never Been

    His hospital topped

  • Three Poems

    I dropped a sprig of laurel into your grave

  • Honey

    Strange music of our Emily —

  • Rilke 5 Translations

    Almost like on the last day when the dead tear

  • Two O’Clock and Stray

    As though all at once it is afternoon

  • Jug

    Colors, we go way back.

  • Train to Naples and “It’s Awful Plain”

    Five ceramic half-ducks flew up the wall.

  • Oloid and Pareidolia

    Saturday, awake to the raw April outside. A dream that was on my tongue is gone with a swallow.

  • Practicing Eights

    After I almost died, it was hard

  • Two Poems translated by Connie Voisine

    Words here carry the scent of snow,

  • Drinking, Failure and Erotics

    Easing from fixed to felt, mellow waves of breeze, the lean