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  • What We Work At | Look to the Side

    What we work at

  • Little Torch

    First there was delight, delight in the windchimes,

  • MOMMY HARANGUES POOR RANDAL | TO RANDAL, CROW-STEALER, LORD OF THE GREENHOUSE

    Money is self-comprehending,

  • The Beautiful American Word Baby

    Once, I wanted it growled low in the throat

  • Will flames lap? Leap? | The Country Stairs

    Will flames lap? Leap?

  • Museling, a Pastoral

    I’m reading a poem by a young woman,

  • POSTSCRIPT

    You’re wasting time. Your lilac needs pruning. By the shed,

  • Wraith

    I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,

  • Anthropocene

    Nesting, the turtle seems to be crying even though she is simply

  • PRESENTIMENTS

    Such as the sun might present—out of sight—

  • In a Field, at Sunset

    When he asked if I still loved him, I didn’t answer

  • She Said She Saw Vowels

    underneath her birdfeeder