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Poems

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  • Three Poems

    Our lives are so brief, she says,

  • From Toying

    Like Tiny Tears

  • RIFF ON A LINE BY CHAR

    Somewhere inside the sacerdotal

  • Government Center

    Screeching right up to us through downtown Friday traffic.

  • Boothill Graveyard and Boyden Cemetery

    mrs suicide : mrs arsenic : mrs dance hall girls quarreling over a man :  mrs descriptive murder in the streets of tombstone

  • Afterimage

    Do you remember those Cornell shadow boxes we saw at some

  • Remnant Tongue

    I woke wounded

  • At the End of the Alphabet

    Books bloated and fanned

  • The Public Servants and Amateur

    To be delivered by a sad man standing in a single light.

  • Twelve Wings & Mother of the Holy Hope

    It was difficult to get a nurse.

  • No Nonsense | The Layout

    Split off for a sec

  • grief being a swatch of blue & grief being that song from childhood & grief being a pitched tent

    a rectangle in an unborn son’s room