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  • First Wedding

    It was one of those days when not even the bland sun

  • The Trolley

    It was stuck and what with rationing and brownouts

  • Somewhere in Eastern Europe

    It was the year the townsfolk

  • Song

    It wasn’t a goat’s head swaying in the tree. It was a ferret

  • Bedtime Story

    It wasn’t only my father who believed in the romanticism of war

  • IT IS STILL BEAUTIFUL TO HEAR THE HEART BEAT*


    It's 3 AM. The crows on one leg or none are already starving for infant nests. A few leaves hang on

  • Difficulty

    It's difficult

  • Untitled

    it's harder to be patient when you're helpless

  • ARS POETICA

    It's not the smoking I miss

  • Isle of the Narrator

    It's true these boots were taken from a dead man,

  • The Freud Museum

    It’s 1938. Here’s moss on red brick

  • Lüneburg Station, April 30, 1976

    It’s 5:45 am, sleepy car-landscape