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  • Tolstoi Learned to Ride a Bike at an Age When Most of Us Cash in Chips by Annette Barnes & Stuart Friebert

    There we were, watching the parade, while he climbed up

  • [There was the way his mother]

    There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.

  • Two Poems

    There was intent. To bisect the fields

  • from Landscapes on a Train

    There once was a church. There once was a steeple. These things fall into

  • The NewMath and Nor Easter

    There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode

  • Loud Walk in Fall | Regret

    There is something else

  • Imperial Crimson

    There is no way I can write ‘producing meanings’ as my job in the CV,

  • AN OTHER ROSE: FOR HENRI MICHAUX | FROM “ROSES: DEDICATIONS” | SINGING “ WITHOUT PEOPLE” | UNTITLED

    There is an other rose – soul of my kith and kin!

  • GIVING HER 100%

    There is a world where

  • Sleep

    There is a room, and inside the room

  • Exodus and At the Wilderness

    There is a certain safety from predator and love

  • ON HANDSHAKES

    There are firm ones.  Soft, almost boneless ones.  Hardy/hearty ones.  Two-handed ones, cocooning.  Congratulatory