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  • Consecration of the Wolves I and IV

    For now, I will await

  • The Beautiful American Word Baby

    Once, I wanted it growled low in the throat

  • A Tall Bird 

    on the one hand, beauty remains.

  • Tartine. Quasi-unfamiliar. To handle a relationship.

    In her teenage years,

  • Across the Wide Missouri

    It’s toward the end of the season

  • This Moment

    You know when darkness seems to pour

  • Bending Truth to Advantage

    From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.

  • August, Hinge

    How would you describe these pandemic days,

  • Sequoia

    Immune to lightning and Arctic cold,

  • On Chanukah

    Isn’t fire itself

  • Shakedown, Sleeping Mother and The Touch

    On Main Street, two cops stop me in front of the tire store. One is big and burly and the other is lean

  • The Village Crow

    The village crow knew everything—