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  • Three Poems

    After we moved to Tiny Town, Mom started selling huge Egyptian harps that were larger than the tiny houses.

  • Home-Boys: Baby & Me (a Sapphic)

    Ex-gang members. Driveby days over. Zero

  • Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up | Shall we praise the girls who will not come down | It’s about water that didn’t lose its shine

    Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up

  • Two Poems

    Black, faux-leather cover with gold trim—

  • Snow Day, by Jerome Sala

    The camera in the other room points and clicks

  • In Praise of Wandering

    You ask how we do it. Simple.

  • The Good Hand

    Often, without warning, my left hand

  • The Elms | For the Collection

    Workers were cut; had to be done for . . . corporations

  • Two Poems

    Since a long time the parrot had been on Félicité’s mind, because

  • You Don’t Drink Wine? and I Tremble: Two poems by Rumi

    What? You don’t drink wine? Infidel, begone!

  • I Can’t Tell If the Light Is Whispering “Loss” in My Ear or Imprinting Darkness on My Body

    At the last house,

  • Eros Caught Napping

    Eros at one time or another in the era before