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  • A Controlled Substance

    My brother is late again, somehow the glass

  • Riding the Metro-North New Haven Line and Black Mountain Music

    The question is what kind of sausage are they—

  • Three Poems from “Where Are the Trees Going”

    Inhabited uninhabited house subject to the air’s structure

  • August, Hinge

    How would you describe these pandemic days,

  • Questions for Fruit Flies and The Habit of Longing

    Humble as fruit flies may seem, they . . . engage in a host of complex behaviors

  • A Provisional Topography | One of the Many Stories of Sounds | Sooner or Later

    On the Weichsel River, before the war. You see

  • Forced March

    I remembered it wrong, the scene in the film

  • love sonnet to aliens | Putin statue project

    the known universe is self-referential: it has no choice.

  • Sounds Like Love

    A spacial infirmity

  • κάθαρσης

    Dr. Clark ordered daisies

  • Hurricane: Hera | Squall: Echo

    You never hear of Ixion, tied to a revolving wheel,

  • Going Out Staying In

    I’ve done the math of staying in bed,