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  • Three Poems

    I had not thought of her until many years later driving on White Lightning Road with my son.

  • SUNDAY LUNCH AT MOM’S COUSIN DINNIE’S: JUNE 1969 | “ELEGANT,” SHE SAID

    I hadn't yet recovered from a concussive first year teaching ninth-grade English

  • Self-Portrait to Be Used in Meditation | 22 | Chesty Morgan and Her Crazy-Ass Titties

    I have a live owl in my mouth instead of words;

  • On Beauty and To the Phaistos Disc

    I have a tree outside my house. I don’t know what kind—in spring, it blooms, gorgeous.

  • Two Poems translated from Spanish by Diana Conchado

    I have always liked bell towers

  • Perspective and Day Sex Ode

    I have often confused the expression center of gravity, first

  • the primate hospital

    I have raptured the oars.

  • Embraced

    I have visited an ancient redwood and heard it creak

  • Christmas Lights

    I have watched how

  • Bed

    I haven’t got a fingernail or bed

  • Maria’s Yellow Coat

    I haven’t had

  • Rubbish Heap translated by Sasha Dugdale

    I haven’t the strength to sing of you, resplendent rubbish heap!