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  • Tongue of Language | Nightmare

    Oh tongue of language, moving with your comb

  • Nothing You Can Do Will Save You

    The Buddha had his river, just for now this one is mine,

  • The Peripheral Position of the Sun

    A young woman roars, laughs, splashes the face of a young man, nears the shore where the blinking lights of fireflies

  • Zero Plus Anything is a World

    Four less one is three.

  • Visitor’s Coming

    I’ve laid out

  • Abbatoir Time

    The widower pushed the tailgate shut and fell.

  • The Host of Turns

    We were gathered in this kind of circus-tent,

  • And After the Ark

    what was left behind was astounding:

  • From the River of News

    The President and his opponent both speaking in Ohio—

  • Bad Line in a Bad Paragraph

    Where "grab a bite"

  • Poem in the Old Style

    At the beginning of the play Hecuba was mourning her great losses. She made lists, blamed the Gods: they could

  • Nursing Home

    She had dreams fifty years ago