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  • Evening

    The blue chair on the terrace, coffee, evening,

  • On Contemplating a Sheep’s Skull

    Skull aged so much in rain and heat,

  • Anthem and Under the Sun

    Through the backyard of a shuttered home

  • For a Theophoric Figure

    Strange how first things dawn on us

  • Milk Ice

    Driving through fog and storm’s aftermath

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

    The question is what kind of sausage are they—

  • BRAINS | ECLIPSE

    You didn’t have any

  • Don’t Bum Out the Musicians

    At St. Paul’s church, the musicians have heard it all.

  • I Became Friends | When I Was Fifteen | I Can Recall

    I became friends with a girl who was in the institution with me, also fifteen, also getting shock treatment, a girl who

  • Gott im Himmel and The Corner of Bellington Street and Sparta

    Gott was thicket, thorned, glottal,

  • Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up | Shall we praise the girls who will not come down | It’s about water that didn’t lose its shine

    Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up

  • Code

    At last it's just me and the alphabet.