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  • Any Kind

    Look up. The sky is never constant, sometimes clouded,

  • Zacharia, Malachi

    When the shepherd is stricken

  • BUSH | SERIAL

    Warms thieves.

  • Whose Sky, Between | Rape of America. So, it appears

    A name that meant sound of an owl’s hard fall, another day of blood gunned to al

  • The Raccoon

    Like an old Italian man,

  • Indian River at Dusk

    The first and only time I caught a sheephead

  • July Saturday Night 

    Now I’m going to walk downtown to Cape Tip Sportswear

  • HER MOUTH

    Near the end, her mouth was pinned down

  • Three Poems

    Typos   Word instead of wood but, sodden, it smoked when it burned. I wrote god for good who was, once–– in my childhood years, crowned with the nimbus of that capital G–– but now tends to be a placeholder for nightmare, tears. Seeking solace in the pastoral, but grove came out as grave and the lymph nodes, irradiated, naked

  • A Brief Portfolio

    “Digital streaming, brother, rates of flow in time

  • A SHOUT FROM THE DARK

    If like a Buddhist I accepted the world

  • The Garden

    It just came at you. You were in it almost