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  • Remnant Tongue

    I woke wounded

  • Not Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening

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

  • Inauguration Day

    Yes, like thousands of joyful poets today

  • Who Pays

    Lord I have eaten and I don’t

  • Heard in Caravaggio

    The real is offered, unashamed:

  • A Brief Portfolio

    When the light goes out, and the book is set down

  • Duet

    Their quest--what does the human body mean?--

  • What God Says | Creek

    What you don’t know is that when you lay

  • Bleeding Hearts

    They do not fit their given name. They glow

  • Natural History of the Soul

    The song thrush hops, runs, stands,

  • The Freud Museum

    It’s 1938. Here’s moss on red brick

  • Boots and Bayonet

    My platoon a loose group cross-legged