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  • All That Evening

    You woke slowly

  • Dead Tree in the Back Yard & Gait

    You aren’t mine. A lot line

  • Leaving the Big City

    So afterward I sat by the bosphorus blue water and many dazzling

  • Early Elegy: Telephone Booth | Early Elegy: Cursive

    Its remains: a plexiglass crypt robbed

  • NIGHT SPIDER

    All day he waited, then

  • April

    I think I will accept my life, the moment

  • In the Waiting Room | City of Bridges

    Light poured

  • Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)

    i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the

  • CONGREGATION | AT LAST

    We are six strangers gathered

  • Aspect

    The spirit’s simulacra have obtained

  • The Third Visitor

    The Third Visitor understands

  • Sunday in Connecticut

    I drive into town.