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  • Letter to My Almost Former House

    It’s true, I’m getting ready to leave you.

  • Logs

    Giants lie entangled on wet sand,

  • Field Dressing

    Dispatch animal

  • The Museum of Mortal Sins | Soul

    We stood up to our waists in the icy water

  • Hi. My Name Is Billy Hollands.

    And there it is, that little tilt of my head –

  • Untitled |Untitled

    Day as in backwards

  • 36.

    A woman was choked by a metal shackle

  • Snow and Minerals

    Rouge. It’s not a rose, it’s rouge.

  • The Mirror

    We dream of two dragons

  • Hurricane: Hera | Squall: Echo

    You never hear of Ixion, tied to a revolving wheel,

  • Antonio Gamoneda, from Book of the Cold (World Poetry Books, May 2022) translated from Spanish by Katherine M. Hedeen and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez

    You smell the wet linens, your acids.

  • Arf

    At the stoplight in Dogleg children swept metal