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  • Sestina for an Idiom

    I was fifteen and all fights with my father ended

  • Christmas Nineteen-Sixty-Something and Notes from My Doppelganger

    By that time we were hanging the tree from a hook

  • Magical Thinking

    My dog does not question

  • Petrarch’s Poem 269, from Rerum vulgarium fragmenta, translated from Italian by Lee Harlin Bahan

    The high column and the green laurel

  • Wraith

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

  • The Last Plume Poems

    the year that is when Churchill begged

  • My Friend, Nice Socks & The Last Dance

    My friend wanted to have breakfast at the local strip club.

  • Visiting Gertrude Stein in Père-Lachaise

    Her stone is not the largest.

  • Waiting for Someone

    Dark gray suit, dark green tie, dark

  • The Old Thoughts

    Immersed, called forth—

  • Poem by Zuzanna Ginczanka (1917-1945) translated from Polish by Alex Braslavsky

    There’s now a so-so year for you: 1933—

  • SHALL BEAR UPON HIS SHOULDER IN THE TWILIGHT

    Reaching from history, that alpenglow, towards the dead whose clothes I wear