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  • I prefer synthetic grass

    no roots no worm

  • What You Can’t Fix

    She was always fixing me, stuffing filler in my holes

  • Vocal

    Outgrown, the prairie lot

  • return of the repressed in the age of avantgarde robots

    creating and smashing ideas of high and low was a good

  • Three Poems and a Translation

    In life I was chasing a deer. In sleep the deer

  • Burning Leaves

    Leaf-fires smell like

  • The Last Harvest

    Of course the snake is still here

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

    mountains recall their flock of birds. the dear birds,

  • Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)

    i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the

  • One for André Breton

    Always for the first time

  • The NewMath and Nor Easter

    There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode

  • Two Poems translated from Swedish by Robert Hedin

    We met Ogden Armour’s yacht