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  • FOUNTAIN

    Dogwood white knuckle it through January, February, March:

  • Four a.m. and 40 Years Later

    Driving into my old city yesterday

  • Four From Delos

    Saw the ring of her

  • Four Poems

    Unable to return from my ashes

  • Four Poems

    I don’t like it

  • Four Poems

    One was dicing an onion,

  • Four Poems

    A New Age friend called to say she was visualizing me bathed in a rose-colored, healing light.

  • Four Poems

    The word for light is light

  • Four Poems

    A sudden pain flares in in my head like a match flaring into darkness: my mother is dying.

  • Four Poems translated by Christopher Buckley

    In the early morning the city is something else.

  • Four Square and Enthralled

    Mornings I’m grateful to my nightly self

  • Fox and Piñata

    I saw my first movie