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Poems

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  • Home Life

    I was sitting still in an armchair

  • Fairy Tale

    Would that squat toad, before my eyes,

  • Bee Line

    Maybe the crow flies

  • Bending Truth to Advantage

    From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.

  • Dirt

    Just after Wierex etched a toddler Christ

  • Approximations

    Waking up in a borrowed room, in a body

  • Holiday Candle

    Thank you for your kind gift

  • The Dirty Orgasm, The Eleanor Ross Taylor Poems & Aren’t You Ashamed

    I know what you think. I’m the orgasm poet. I have nothing else to write about. I should stop.

  • OÚ EST LE CHAT

    I can ask this, which is good

  • First Words

    In the marriage booth at sleep-away camp,

  • From The Little Book of Passage

    Ecco il fiume che mi allarga lo sguardo, che mi attraversa la fronte.

  • No Touch and Elder in a Garden

    I'm fed up with farewells.