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  • Three Poems

    Heat, filthy, gut-sick heat in my city’s cobblestone streets.

  • [There was the way his mother]

    There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.

  • Puritan Watc, Yonder and Birthday

    Longitude was the great mystery

  • In Waterplace Park on Our 15th Anniversary

    I’m waiting for you on the bank of the river,

  • How the West Was Won and Crack in the World

    Build a garage on the roof

  • The Last Photograph

    a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”

  • Almost and Caught Out

    Cows and sheep segregate themselves

  • The Insurgency of Tears is to Eradicate Sadness and Hold Joy as Close as the Moon

    Mike’s at The Whitney.

  • Picking Prunes and The Majestic Theatre

    From the ground up is how you rise   

  • Bystander Effect, Permanence and Weapon

    Your weapon is an eraser.

  • The City translated by Kaveh Bassiri

    I dream the city is flying in an airplane

  • A Brief Portfolio

    the afternoons are perfect