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  • November

    Hours ago I was walking with my dog down

  • EASTHAM TURNIPS, ROUTE 6, NOVEMBER

    Honor System, the sign tacked to a scrub oak said,

  • Barn Red

    Home alone, I swirl on scarlet lipstick and forget that I did,

  • THE DAY

    History sings “misery, misery.”

  • Exclusive Beautiful Grapheme War

    history means touch, bodies

  • Three Poems

    His Majesty’s flock of Spanish sheep at Kew is most grievously afflicted...

  • Grandpa David Told Me Once of Carpathia, a Place He had Never Been

    His hospital topped

  • On History

    His father’s boss was a Millerite—

  • Revolver

    His face was a festival.  Inside it,

  • Five Poems

    His Dublin sister, two sons,

  • Up Early, I Turn off the Television News

    High tide of sun curling & breaking onto the hardwood

  • Willing

    Hidden from all mothers’ eyes by blinded windows