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  • Mouth & Nomadic Reverie

    Molar: a grinding tooth at the back of a mammal’s mouth.

  • Compare the movement of swallows

    with Magritte’s matrix of businessmen

  • All the time I pray to Buddha…

    Issa, I killed 8 gophers this fall, held

  • To Be That Boy, to Be That Horse

    I’ve watched a shy horse

  • ON EMPATHY

    Wary of the verb  “empathize”—together with its noun “empathy” and adjective

  • White Gauze Curtains

    in them we see

  • FOR MATS AND LAILA

    The Date Line lies motionless between Samoa and Tonga, but the Midnight Line glides across the ocean and islands and rooftops of huts.

  • The Sudden Walk

    When evening comes to find you still

  • 1945

    The winter trees offer no shade no shelter.

  • Two Poems

    might it not behoove us to retire, to pull away

  • Three Poems

    It was a beauty, made by the Hmong in Laos

  • Clothes

    Because other things needed buying,