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  • Two Poems translated by Connie Voisine

    Words here carry the scent of snow,

  • IN PROFILE

    Words hung into silence

  • The Elms | For the Collection

    Workers were cut; had to be done for . . . corporations

  • Incident in the Park

    Working back from the moment I rose off the bench,

  • DIEU! QU’IL LA FAIT & ON THE RIVERLINE

    Would it be cheating

  • Fairy Tale

    Would that squat toad, before my eyes,

  • Booklet, Hand-Pressed Paper, Containing Locks of School-Children’s Hair, c. 1861

    Wound on a bobbin like thread.  Woven into a wreath

  • Green Girls

    Wriggling on the bottles:

  • Five Per Page and Title covered in flies

    Yard sticks and shards are kept in a jar shaped as a cowboy boot.

  • Reading Julio Cortázar after turning 70

    Years ago, there was your story about a man named John Howell.

  • Phoenix Hairpin Terrace

    Yes                              Feng-huang plus three syllables

  • Yes

    Yes, all things of water and our days rounded with light, yes,