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  • Mother Doesn’t Bite

    I bite instead and she needs salt,

  • Moss City

    City down to the last nuance is moss,

  • Morning, Redux | Drift Road

    Another morning in the obscure,

  • Morning Hunger

    Why not in the icy clarity of morning,

  • Morning Bells in Marienplatz

    The wasps

  • Morgellons

    Jorge Luis Borges translated Thomas Browne

  • MORE THAN I CAN SAY

    Clewell doesn’t exactly do haiku.

  • More Reason

    Though you may be a scribe in ancient Egypt

  • More Nights Than Days and Turn It Up

    At the end of my street, they cut the trees.

  • Monk’s Eye, #20

    Of all rhythms he found day and night

  • MOMMY HARANGUES POOR RANDAL | TO RANDAL, CROW-STEALER, LORD OF THE GREENHOUSE

    Money is self-comprehending,

  • Mommie

    After I’m dead, will the world will remember me