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  • Lyre

    Because it hangs from the center of the sky,

  • Leprechaun

    The old woman next door would appear in

  • A Bookstore in Hay-on-Wye

    In a Tudor castle now a vast used bookstore in Hay-on-Wye

  • For the Dead Union

    After summer rain, the old-growth forest

  • The World As Sound

    I didn’t speak until I was five

  • Poetry

    In my new room upstairs,

  • Ode to Cabeza de Vaca

    What good is it to see for miles and miles,

  • To Anything at All

    Our father who is neither ours nor a father but farther and nearer,

  • JANUARY

    This longing for him the choke in my throat again —

  • OLD LOVE LETTERS

    I too have my stack

  • Pour Ainsi Dire

    Drinking. What is boozing? If not a liquid manner of corresponding, thanks to wine,

  • It’s 3 A.M., Winter, and Nine Miles from Truckee

    and nobody better than I to tell you about