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

    It was never he,

  • Two Poems

    Save forever my words for the taste of a smoke and disaster,

  • Snowfall, with Reconciliation

    How old winter is. However much we stain

  • Dog in the Manger

    As if you’d keep your bones from other dogs

  • In the Golden Silence of Vineyards & My Wine translated by Paula Bohince

    In the golden silence of vineyards,

  • Toussaint

    The soul, you said, is this sour wind, or this empty glass, the tiny steps of insects, these white iron

  • Two Poems

    To hunker

  • Wait a Minute, It’s Simple

    As I chewed thoughtful fruit breakfast

  • As the Land Listens

    Women are gathering on shore after shore after sharp rocked shore

  • The Old Pythagorean | Wish You Were Here

    The Scottish sheep farmer John Williamson espoused the Pythagorean doctrine of metempsychosis, which held that

  • Ruler of Everything

    The Ruler of Everything proclaims blood-colored

  • The Maker

    The maker never uses thread