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  • The Drowned and the Saved

    If all of us were to try to kill ourselves at least once, then all of us would know nothing more than that: which is why

  • The dream and Useless is as useless doesn’t

    For awhile I had a drawer full of electronic stuff,

  • The Dragonfly

    Diamond-crusted wings flying an armored syringe

  • The Doorway | Wants

    Two things she wanted among the left-behinds when her parents moved

  • The Dolls’ House Mysteries

    A woman lies so tidily

  • The Dog Days of August and Elaine’s Story

    What huge effort to move through

  • The Dirty Orgasm, The Eleanor Ross Taylor Poems & Aren’t You Ashamed

    I know what you think. I’m the orgasm poet. I have nothing else to write about. I should stop.

  • The Deposition

    I get to school early, take down the crucifix.

  • The Departure | The Screamer

    Farewell my pond and all my many doves

  • The Definition of Postmodernism & If

    I was in David Lehman’s Modern Poetry class when I first heard the term “postmodernism.”

  • The Death of Erik Satie

    The arches aspire to points

  • The Dead, At Home,

    snag on brush and low cactus.