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  • Vortex Street

    I tied my hands behind me so I won’t hurt you.

  • The Immortality Ode

    Bill Evans is quiet, fingers still above the keys, But ready to begin again and

  • Eight Poems

    An Amazon can be used for so much. The ashtray

  • Raccoon in a Trap

    The kidskin of his clever paws

  • LOOKING AT DAD

    To see my father not seeing me with

  • Three Poems

    All things counter, original, spare strange

  • Even the Gun Does Not Want to be a Gun

    It denies the polish

  • Two Poems

    I could never say anything about my father

  • NOT ALL SKELETONS ARE MUSEUM QUALITY

    Under a sky as hazy-blue-polluted

  • Three Poems

    “Today we shall begin discussing Longinus’ treatise On the Sublime.”

  • Amusements

    These are the long days that fill with night

  • It was never he, | One might say I’ve fulfilled the miserable obligation of constructing myself.

    It was never he,