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  • Gender Reveal and Abecedarian Re: Actually, I Don’t Go By Mom

    On the doctor’s scale, baby pulls at his penis: crenellated shaft with all color blown out

  • Two Poems

    In Vietnam, we rowed an old wooden boat

  • Brasserie and An Annunciation of Blue

    We’re somehow in Closerie des Lilas,

  • The Last Plume Poems

    the year that is when Churchill begged

  • In the Vestibule

    The in-between is queasy

  • Not Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening

    Promises to keep, was a lie, he had nothing. Through

  • Close to now

    I should have said from the beginning that I plant the black nasturtiums because they are the saddest

  • ONLY BEES BUZZ IN THE MEADOW | ALLEGIANCE

    Speech a tremble,

  • Carpe Diem

    You won't live

  • False Elegy

    I sometimes feel as if my mother has died and I’m free to reminisce her final months.

  • A Bookstore in Hay-on-Wye

    In a Tudor castle now a vast used bookstore in Hay-on-Wye

  • Copper Beech

    Because it had been, quite literally,