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  • Sharp Noises at Night

    When I travel to the Midwest, trains

  • Shame

    Why did I want a Queen Conch shell

  • SHALL BEAR UPON HIS SHOULDER IN THE TWILIGHT

    Reaching from history, that alpenglow, towards the dead whose clothes I wear

  • Shakedown, Sleeping Mother and The Touch

    On Main Street, two cops stop me in front of the tire store. One is big and burly and the other is lean

  • Shaft of Light

    Smile behind the lips

  • Seventh Circle

    And after the fight the moment of awakening

  • Seven Minutes with Mary Halvorson: Poetry and Jazz, Hand in Hand

    Artlessly falling through overstretched arms delivers the night underground, a hole

  • Seven Minutes with Afaa Weaver and Nancy Mitchell

    Were it not for his silver hair

  • Sestina for an Idiom

    I was fifteen and all fights with my father ended

  • Sestina

    The time is naturally over. It is another morning. Lie

  • Serial

    I figure four times, you make it five

  • Sequoia

    Immune to lightning and Arctic cold,