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  • The Good World

    but when I painted the deer

  • The Good Hand

    Often, without warning, my left hand

  • The Gone and the Going Away

    The world I know keeps going farther

  • The Gifts

    The closet where the black sweaters hang. Where the game of backgammon is played

  • The gift of putting something down…

    The gift of putting something down, he had yet to discover it--letting it slide from his grip.

  • The Garden

    It just came at you. You were in it almost

  • The Gaping Trellis

    Cigarette burns on drab naugahyde

  • The gap between

    the platform &

  • The Fruit Bat of Taxidermy

    Whoever the taxidermist was,

  • The Freud Museum

    It’s 1938. Here’s moss on red brick

  • The Fourth Walk

    Among the ruined are the ruins. Rules even skies can wreck in shreds,

  • The Fortieth Day | Pussy Riot/Want/Don’t/Want

    Now she called forth nights of a different kind of brilliance when the moon wrapped every thing with light—