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  • The Window Light, The Dead Boy Isn’t Dad & The Window Light Again

    Painting around the windowsill

  • THINNING THE SPRUCES

    I’ve become ruthless with the spruces

  • Human Technology

    Sunlit & dangerous, this country road.

  • Inauguration Day

    Yes, like thousands of joyful poets today

  • Wool Cap

    Flip is coming for dinner, I hear his car driving past the house. 

  • Three prose poems by Marie Lundquist translated from Swedish by Malena Mörling

    Three prose poems by Marie Lundquist translated from Swedish by Malena Mörling   The nights when you practice tenderness, the air like a skin around the words. On top of the crest: the dripping udder, red currant breast, rowanberry blood, and the blush of the apples. The sun is leaping in Leo and Virgo. Such is the month of harvest,

  • Winkles & Dillisk

    Does he suspect the boys

  • Sieverts and Joules | Plate 136     Butter Lamp With Moths

    Maybe there’s a new way to be nuclear, not using rods with their troublesome impermanent cladding, their

  • Two Poems

    In a blue wool cape and pearl earrings

  • Trompe L’oeil –Not a Painting

    From 30,000 feet

  • DOG CITY

    We have seen you following the scent—

  • Cosmology

    Someone has spilled the moon