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  • VISITORS

    Having just arrived, we are walked down a moonless

  • Indelible

    Having worn myself out naming Bewick's wren,

  • “Bird or Old Man” translated from Bulgarian by Holly Karapetkova 

    He arrived with a bag full of fog.

  • The Podium

    He is bilious, potty-mouthed, at once puffy and rachitic. He sways, eyes red and rheumy as September strawberries.

  • The Little Engine

    He is not an engine that could. Busted up, broken and backward, call him “fucked-up,”

  • A Date With an Undertaker

    He liked to bathe, dress,

  • New Year’s Day Truce, 1999

    He looked old and tired

  • The House of Wittgenstein

    He never saw the malls of Petaluma, nor met the amazing cricketeer Montezuma. He never heard a laugh track. We’d

  • Borges at Dolphin Books: New Orleans, 1982

    He props his cane between Maps & True Crime,

  • An Intimate Moment of Protestant Despair Witnessed on the Four O’ Clock Train

    He put down his Wall Street Journal,

  • Ebbtide

    He said one day when we are old, we—

  • I Dreamed of Obama on the Night of His First Election

    He stirred the coals of my dwindling campfire. We were alone. Blue tendrils of smoke punctuated the Mesozoic haze