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  • The Harrow Plow

    Each spring it sank a little further down

  • A Canticle Rehearsal in The Temple and The Waters Do Not Return, Even to Meribà

    Oh, I am tired of my land,

  • LIKE

    No other sound like it.

  • Invocation

    I would like beamed to me from the Muse's tower high atop Parnassus

  • Coal Bin

    Some witchy and slinky,

  • A Habitation of Jackals, a Court for Ostriches

    Very dark now I put a seed in my mouth but its texture and taste

  • My Last Deidre | The City of the Orgasm

    I am a not woman.  I am an orgasm.

  • On Friendship, Haiku, Lust, and Blame

    Eye of hurricane,

  • Note to Thomas Stearns Eliot

    I just dared to eat

  • The Dragonfly

    Diamond-crusted wings flying an armored syringe

  • The Village Crow

    The village crow knew everything—

  • “Flüchtige monde” / “fugitive moons” translated from the German by Joscha Klueppel

    mountains recall their flock of birds. the dear birds,