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  • SPENCER HILL

    is steep, so breathing hard we sink down into a front pew,

  • On Chanukah

    Isn’t fire itself

  • All the time I pray to Buddha…

    Issa, I killed 8 gophers this fall, held

  • ALCHEMICAL MEDITATION

    It abides in secret on my pencil tip—

  • Even the Gun Does Not Want to be a Gun

    It denies the polish

  • Jukkasjärvi, Sweden | Hämeenkyrö, Finland

    It flew like a little bird

  • Where Birds Sleep 

    It goes down and the birds go to sleep.

  • The Occupant Imagines the House as a Great Fish & Eight Things…

    It has already swallowed a century, each year a silver iridescent scale.  For eight, she has lived in its belly,

  • Pomade

    It has been so long since anyone has touched it

  • My Raincoat Opens Doors for Me

    It holds a door open above my head.

  • Insomnia

    It is a stain that feeds on moons

  • The Birthdays of the Dead

    It is an affront in their land