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  • Poetry

    In my new room upstairs,

  • SAY

    Says her Tarot reader says

  • The Dead, At Home,

    snag on brush and low cactus.

  • Her Oceanography

    A strand of algae leaves its rubbery

  • Three Poems

    Resingeing his right palm each take,

  • Chekhov’s Gun

    Atonement means nothing to a cook

  • Lobsters | Turkey Vultures

    In the depths of the sea they will eat the sea and outgrow the world’s largest pot.

  • Elegy for a Young Garden

    Shattered bricks, flayed sockets

  • 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,

  • Ode to Hands translated from Spanish by Mihaela Moscaliuc and Juan Suárez Proaño

    Nothing can hide from hands

  • Three Poems from a Work in Progress

    Deer in the backyard, Schubert’s ninth

  • Dew Point

    Because of the nipple crust riming a girl’s