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Poems

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  • For the Dead Union

    After summer rain, the old-growth forest

  • When My Son Is Dead 16 Years

    After you died, my Beautiful boy,

  • The Town of Horne

    I can only find it when I take

  • The Blue Light

    Where were you as the light descended & do you

  • Two poems by Krystyna Lenkowska translated from Polish by Cecilia Woloch

    When I was young

  • Four Poems

    A New Age friend called to say she was visualizing me bathed in a rose-colored, healing light.

  • THE INSURGENCY OF TEARS IS TO ERADICATE SADNESS AND HOLD JOY AS CLOSE AS THE MOON

    Mike’s at The Whitney.

  • Is a Rose

    O’Keefe’s opens in the troposphere, blooms like smoke.

  • Three Poems

    After we moved to Tiny Town, Mom started selling huge Egyptian harps that were larger than the tiny houses.

  • From Bajo la lluvia ajena (In Foreign Rain) by Juan Gelman, translated by Lisa Rose Bradford

    On the tiers of experience.

  • Confession Therapy and Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT)

    One summer, as I was cleaning out the grooves in my palm, I was living in a monastery.

  • A Brief Portfolio

    What goes with you, cured meats,