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  • Language Is a Form of Walking, Even at Age of 87 and Three, in One Story

    At 30, she learns to rewrite herself in a phonetic language,

  • Since Childhood & The Virgin’s Miracles translated by Don Schofield

    Think of the body on the sand,

  • Electric Eyes of Night

    Three lanterns fill your window with deception.

  • Observatory at the Prison

    The day is warm, so we take chips and pop from the visitation-room vending machines to a

  • Godscan

    The sun is the size of a human foot.

  • Practically Home

    Practically home holds no promise of arrival.

  • God-Box

    They give us a white cube, a paper box,

  • Pick Me Up

    the words love you, friend

  • Family Way

    In my family, when any one of the women of my grandmother’s generation dreamt of fish she would get on the phone to

  • DELIBERATE AS THINKING IS THE RAIN

    Stepping off the door lintel, down onto the grass as the day closed around us, grass, rising up inside its own squared

  • Amsterdam

    Your shadow is born new

  • Milk Ice

    Driving through fog and storm’s aftermath