Poems

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  • From “Underworlds”

    Hell of an exit,
  • from “From Nothing”

    One note, another, in the parlor’s angled light,
  • Frog Dream in July for Lucio’s Brother

    I am a frog; I can
  • Fret Not

    Opening the door for the first time since
  • Fresco

    We stayed in a monastery cut up into condos, ours with a terrace of dried-up papery roses overlooking Fiesole.
  • FREE VERSE

    Small woods upon an incline
  • Free Descent

    It seemed I had always been kicking
  • Fragments of The Sacrificial World

    Porpoises feed every morning in the shallows
  • Fragment

    The past is a point of departure
  • Fox and Piñata

    I saw my first movie
  • Four Square and Enthralled

    Mornings I’m grateful to my nightly self
  • Four Poems translated by Christopher Buckley

    In the early morning the city is something else.