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  • The Poets

    They are farmers, really--

  • Che Fai Di Bello

    They are burning the fields in

  • Weather Report

    These white stripes of day achieve

  • Bruised Fruit

    These sun-poached pages like an old address book

  • (Blessed Are) They Who Preserve

    These glass jars are houses for little Human Acts.

  • Three Poems

    These dead again and again

  • The Palm Reader & Fire Horse

    These blithe lines

  • When My Son Is Dead 14 Years

    These are the years I bargain with God.

  • Pandemic Fugue

    These are the skies of my childhood

  • Amusements

    These are the long days that fill with night

  • Cataclysmic Paternity

    There’s the you at birth and the you that’s taught and the you you concocted.

  • Blown Away

    There’s something stuck in my throat, it might be the red-eyed