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  • Five Poems

    His Dublin sister, two sons,

  • Cold Front Coming

    A crescent moon

  • Kabuki

    A widow in Mississippi kept them in glass cases,

  • Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up | Shall we praise the girls who will not come down | It’s about water that didn’t lose its shine

    Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up

  • The Real River

    Gauze gaze, the present’s freeze never sticks.

  • Ode to Scars

    The scars on others’ faces draw me to them.

  • walls | uncertain

    one morning

  • LIKE

    No other sound like it.

  • Discoveries

    What I knew about

  • Pacemaker

    The heart in vital meter recites.

  • Winter Morning and Ceci n’est pas un pot

    I can easily imagine someone always doubting before he opened his front door whether

  • Aunt Rolla

    She had the softest face