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  • I open the windows.

    What I wanted

  • Paper

    Damned if I’ll be the woman who collects mass produced throw pillows counts her

  • The Last of Fanfare

    By fire, then, but within view of a rough sea?

  • His Side

    Easy now to stand on a bluff and see

  • Bridge Thrill

    After two days of TV airlifts and wheels-to-the-sky

  • Divorce Party Bonfire

    As in a secret rite

  • Archaic Rayon Kamehameha

    Blue eyes like dusty Santa Rosa plums,

  • Three Long Years

    it takes to train a sheepdog. Not all are candidates, the culling starts early.

  • What if Cat Stevens was a dog person? | Thus, always to tryrants | The Seamstress

    Someone offered me an olive branch

  • Whatever Alights

    A zillion yeses to the titmice at my feeder,

  • Ars Poetica, with Cow

    She went back to look at the beast, which lay immobile except for one eye watching the girl who stood helpless beside

  • Morgellons

    Jorge Luis Borges translated Thomas Browne