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  • Two Poems

    There was intent. To bisect the fields

  • To Fire

    In my backyard, huddled over my magnifying

  • Two Poems

    Deer sniff red November

  • from Border Crossings

    On dark nights when I have no words of my

  • Picasso & Dora Maar (1942)

    Four decades I have lived among the French

  • Observatory at the Prison

    The day is warm, so we take chips and pop from the visitation-room vending machines to a

  • Two Poems

    I didn't know it then, but we were learning Italian...

  • Mass Production

    The wheel was always reinvented,

  • ASH

    I shall go back

  • On Delta Flight #2164 From JFK

    I'm headed home from a stint at Long Island's

  • Mari Küla and Mari Meli

    Manuela Colipe Benavente breathes in the sun so that she can sleep.

  • The Podium

    He is bilious, potty-mouthed, at once puffy and rachitic. He sways, eyes red and rheumy as September strawberries.