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  • Washing Women, Cathedral and Sky

    And when deep into the afternoon,

  • Booklet, Hand-Pressed Paper, Containing Locks of School-Children’s Hair, c. 1861

    Wound on a bobbin like thread.  Woven into a wreath

  • As It Happens

    As it happens, there was nothing left, so much to do, a plethora

  • Beautiful Worry

    this wan light, spaghetti-thin, uneases

  • The Alone-Doors

    Don’t try this at home.

  • Essay: Domestic

    Brassiere

  • The Loneliness of His Death

    I like to think there’s a place where all the poets go

  • DHIMITRI

    He was a tall man on the edge of the couch

  • Heard in Claesz

    Decanting like the lees

  • The Village Crow

    The village crow knew everything—

  • Travel Light

    By all means take my suitcase, which now again

  • Lives of the Postmodern Poets

    You were born too late.