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  • Another Argument with Jim About the Soul

    You say I’d know it exists if

  • Cave Milk

    How can it be Tomaz? How is it

  • Don’t Bum Out the Musicians

    At St. Paul’s church, the musicians have heard it all.

  • Three Poems

    Typos   Word instead of wood but, sodden, it smoked when it burned. I wrote god for good who was, once–– in my childhood years, crowned with the nimbus of that capital G–– but now tends to be a placeholder for nightmare, tears. Seeking solace in the pastoral, but grove came out as grave and the lymph nodes, irradiated, naked

  • Prayer Written on a Wide Veranda on a Comfortable Couch in Sewanee, TN

    If prayer requires an audience that is divine

  • Willing

    Hidden from all mothers’ eyes by blinded windows

  • Burning Leaves

    Leaf-fires smell like

  • Winter | Untitled

    Let this winter pass into another winter.

  • Handel in London, 1741

    Wedged in a chair near the open window,

  • Once I loved an opera singer from Spain

    for 15 days, maybe 20.

  • Duets

    Telemann at 7:30 on an evening

  • The Lesson

    It seems to me you don’t dare express yourself