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Poems

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  • Winter Morning and Ceci n’est pas un pot

    I can easily imagine someone always doubting before he opened his front door whether

  • With My Senses in Ruins | Scavenge and Transform

    Here’s a recipe for seeing: sleep

  • Without Apology

    Things happen. We’ve been promised

  • Without You

    I was doing just fine, a job, a home,

  • Wolf

    Ink black, shark toothed, slithering

  • Wolf Wine Bar

    Two years ago, maybe even two and a half

  • WOMAN CAVE | MODERN ORIGAMI

    Even at my most primitive

  • Woman, Man, Tepoztlán

    Mother, today I met a man.

  • Woo | Red Rover

    O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip

  • Wooden Boards

    My father carefully rolls his pant leg up, places his leg between two wide boards. He tells my mother to jump hard on

  • Wool Cap

    Flip is coming for dinner, I hear his car driving past the house. 

  • Words

    Words are loyal.