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  • Standing in a Field

    what I saw

  • Four Poems

    The word for light is light

  • St. Rose of Lima

    Lips weary with chapped hallelujahs,

  • Two Poems

    The birch trees want to be left alone.

  • Amalgam

    Mostly, what I didn’t know didn’t hurt me

  • Two Poems

    All the twists in all the tongues, all

  • Four Poems

    A sudden pain flares in in my head like a match flaring into darkness: my mother is dying.

  • Dead Ringers

    Millions of miles of celluloid

  • A Drone Over Amish Country

    We live in the past because there is nothing else to live in.

  • The Studio

    The palette down left in the foreground,

  • It’s the stage of grief where [I become a transparent eyeball]

    I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all.

  • The Happiness on the Other Side of Happiness

    Kids swing and old men sit. That's the way