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  • Nesting & a triptych

    At my parents’ house nothing is in boxes, nothing is packed.

  • Armorial and The World is Burning

    At least once or twice a season I take out

  • Code

    At last it's just me and the alphabet.

  • My Shame & Sanctuary

    At first that howl suggests an overbearing parent

  • Cotton Candy

    At first it gives like a sponge, elastically, and you think you’ll only make an

  • Language Is a Form of Walking, Even at Age of 87 and Three, in One Story

    At 30, she learns to rewrite herself in a phonetic language,

  • The Classics

    At 10, I studied Vera Ellen’s legs

  • To Urania

    Astronomer who rules the tides and skies,

  • Cento for the Turn of the Year

    Assume nothing. Take a position:

  • A Sampler

    As you hold your breath, like a watchman waiting for sunrise. Let’s replace immediacy with a swift cataclysm, replace

  • A Terribly Sentimental Fork

    As unmined silver,

  • Two O’Clock and Stray

    As though all at once it is afternoon