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  • Oak | Installation

    I sat at it, a good table—one of a number

  • Carbide

    As he approached the river a little Fiat drew off the main road and parked among

  • “Summer with Monika” translated from Polish by Scotia Gilroy

    we spent the days lying on the hot asphalt, fleeing

  • Received Wisdom

    A horse fence

  • Separation

    Slumbering suburbs, calm depths of summer.

  • JIGSAW

    Where in the world does it fit

  • First Wedding

    It was one of those days when not even the bland sun

  • Will flames lap? Leap? | The Country Stairs

    Will flames lap? Leap?

  • The Occupant Imagines the House as a Great Fish & Eight Things…

    It has already swallowed a century, each year a silver iridescent scale.  For eight, she has lived in its belly,

  • It’s 3 A.M., Winter, and Nine Miles from Truckee

    and nobody better than I to tell you about

  • Of The Heart, A Hymn & Interracial love affair ended by lynching of a man & let there be a song for zero

    Your name is ash

  • The Birthdays of the Dead

    It is an affront in their land