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  • After the Paris Bombings

    I lent my Daily Missal, which had been published before they dropped the Latin, to Robin. Though she had been

  • The Occupant Imagines the House as a Great Fish & Eight Things…

    It has already swallowed a century, each year a silver iridescent scale.  For eight, she has lived in its belly,

  • The Public Servants and Amateur

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

  • FOUNTAIN

    Dogwood white knuckle it through January, February, March:

  • A Place

    As a foreigner, I wasted a lot of energy

  • Strychnine Tree

    Stranger under this love-sick tree, lapful of terminal clusters

  • Unified Theory

    The night is blue and staggered with stars.

  • Game with a Mad Bounce

    The child and I are kicking a pebble down the road--

  • The First Communion and Forty-Two

    I shall sit here, on this bench,

  • Confusing Myself with the Whippoorwill

    Today, I was a madness of regrettable actions. At the convenience store, I eyed the cashiers warily as they slouched in

  • The Etymology of “Alaasa” [علاسة]

    In 2006, the word

  • Morning Bells in Marienplatz

    The wasps