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  • Squirrel Hour

    The wind goes into the backyard pines,

  • THE LIGHTS ON THE BOATS

    I didn’t start this to break anyone’s heart.

  • Club X

    Between the gaping double-doors of Club-X and two leather thugs,

  • On Contemplating a Sheep’s Skull

    Skull aged so much in rain and heat,

  • Two Poems | Kelli Russell Agodon

    When you say no worries what you mean is,

  • At the Grave of Robert Lowell

    Cruising Currier & Ives’ staid byway,

  • From Bajo la lluvia ajena (In Foreign Rain) by Juan Gelman, translated by Lisa Rose Bradford

    On the tiers of experience.

  • Two Poems

    Thinking’s chariot starts with it:

  • GETTING READY THE HOUSE | THEY ARE MOVING ALONG

    My friend goes to visit his grave

  • SOME FAITH

    God we need rain. And white flowers.

  • Synecdoche, New York

    When you meet

  • Vocal

    Outgrown, the prairie lot