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  • It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back | Out of the crimson dawn one third the size of an icon’s

    It may well be, behind your back – one need only look back –

  • Who Are You?

    who are you? the effect of well fed herds?

  • Square of Beveled Glass

    Hag––first thought.

  • The Dead, At Home,

    snag on brush and low cactus.

  • go ahead, flash your badges

    good, the heart is closed now

  • I’m Going to Bed When You Go to Bed

    Let someone else learn the borders of every country’s will,

  • Yes

    Yes, all things of water and our days rounded with light, yes,

  • Bear Sometimes Thinks He’s Dead & Shelf Life

    But lately he’s observed the Hermit Thrush

  • Early Elegy: Telephone Booth | Early Elegy: Cursive

    Its remains: a plexiglass crypt robbed

  • Trompe L’oeil –Not a Painting

    From 30,000 feet

  • The Neighbor’s War and Walking Backwards

    Through my kitchen window I can watch

  • 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.