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  • Dust

    You return with us to the grave,

  • Two poems by Sandra Moussempès, translated from French by Carrie Chappell and Amanda Murphy

    A house stands out from the rest of the forest, emptied of its occupants for centuries

  • A Brief Portfolio

    I said goodbye to a friend who left a hole filled

  • Eight Poems

    An Amazon can be used for so much. The ashtray

  • Turd

    Twelve inches, specific as a nail,

  • Ghosts

    The first time I saw him he was standing

  • Two Poems

    might it not behoove us to retire, to pull away

  • the kitchen song

    so strong a wind

  • Before Things Got Bad

    After the mayor closed all the parks

  • Big Finish

    Now that the last shaft of sunset has collapsed

  • Lost Tails, City of Money and Counting the Money

    One day our tails fell off and lay at our feet like giant dead caterpillars.

  • Copper Beech

    Because it had been, quite literally,