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  • The Loneliness of His Death

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

  • Wooden Boards

    My father carefully rolls his pant leg up, places his leg between two wide boards. He tells my mother to jump hard on

  • Master Class

    Demonstrate on mine, I say.

  • Sunday in Gdansk

    In the Gdansk inner harbor

  • Home

    Those last days in Hollywood—

  • Early Christianity: A Poem | Rome

    OK, says James, let them keep their foreskins.

  • Dear Meat

    What's your point?

  • Pier

    If the pier is two hundred and fifty words long, it is important

  • take heed, hazard

    what could it have been

  • Locked Gate

    On December 19, 1980

  • Elegy for a Young Garden

    Shattered bricks, flayed sockets

  • Fragments of The Sacrificial World

    Porpoises feed every morning in the shallows