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Poems

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  • Practically Home

    Practically home holds no promise of arrival.

  • Letter to a Cyclist and Early Spring

    The cyclist who’s rushing for the usual gold

  • A Photo Of My Father That Doesn’t Actually Exist and Take The Body From The Ground

    Her clothing says Old Europe

  • “October, and the sun burnishes”

    October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you

  • I Can’t Tell If the Light Is Whispering “Loss” in My Ear or Imprinting Darkness on My Body

    At the last house,

  • Ode to Disarmament

    I am fairly sure that the leafhopper

  • Phoenix Hairpin Terrace

    Yes                              Feng-huang plus three syllables

  • Acne

    And I’d see it that way, the word, all

  • The Last Plume Poems

    the year that is when Churchill begged

  • What We Do with What We Are

    I did not get better.

  • Showering Behind the Zodiac’s Curtain

    When blue hangs around me, I am

  • Sicily, 1992

    Etna’s lava shone against the gloom,