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  • Before and Rain

    Sweatpants balled up where his legs would be,

  • Mid-March

    If, when I sit here in my study

  • Spit from the Universe Magnified

    SIN. Lust in an exotic land. A

  • Master Class

    Demonstrate on mine, I say.

  • Destinations

    Why is it that the memory my mind chose

  • Three Poems

    Mud to your waist. Beside you, six men probing with broken

  • Twelve Wings & Mother of the Holy Hope

    It was difficult to get a nurse.

  • Pandemic Fugue

    These are the skies of my childhood

  • One for André Breton

    Always for the first time

  • I was trying to weigh darkness

    I was trying to weigh darkness how much does darkness weigh

  • The Dirty Orgasm, The Eleanor Ross Taylor Poems & Aren’t You Ashamed

    I know what you think. I’m the orgasm poet. I have nothing else to write about. I should stop.

  • knell & i object i object i object

    the chit-a’click-chit of a squirrel