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  • The Latch

    One sound, the click of the latch on the gate,

  • from Nothing in the Dark

    My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during

  • Nautilus

    I fantasize about inhabiting a nautilus, how each chamber

  • Killer

    When he saw me coming

  • Three Poems

    Our lives are so brief, she says,

  • knell & i object i object i object

    the chit-a’click-chit of a squirrel

  • from Border Crossings

    On dark nights when I have no words of my

  • Poetry

    In my new room upstairs,

  • Translation

    Food is a door you have to open

  • Battle Hymn of the Republic

    God, could Kieran sing!—

  • WHO did the blue school

    who bruised the wound

  • Yes

    Yes, all things of water and our days rounded with light, yes,