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  • Exclusive Beautiful Grapheme War

    history means touch, bodies

  • A Brief Portfolio

    I said goodbye to a friend who left a hole filled

  • Electric Eyes of Night

    Three lanterns fill your window with deception.

  • All the Shrimp I Can Eat

    They are swimming away from me at the speed of light

  • Three Poems

    It’s good to see him young again,

  • Photographs, 1949 | Retiree

    In one, they pose, grinning straight at the Kodak,

  • Unrest or What the French Horn Can Teach You

    To master the French Horn, you need lips of steel

  • 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

  • Halloween

    No gazette ran the story,

  • Meditation on a Shower Rod at the Super 8

    You and I are snake bit. Can we postpone?

  • The Studio

    The palette down left in the foreground,

  • Soft Song

    Nothing about you is soft,