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Poems

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  • Three Poems

    After we moved to Tiny Town, Mom started selling huge Egyptian harps that were larger than the tiny houses.

  • August, Hinge

    How would you describe these pandemic days,

  • Home-Boys: Baby & Me (a Sapphic)

    Ex-gang members. Driveby days over. Zero

  • Fado Tropical

    O mundo do rio

  • Norumbega Park

    They used to say the name was Viking

  • From Inches Away

    From inches away his finger can’t miss

  • Road Trip

    Over the singed and brittle roadside stalks,

  • Two poems by Adélia Prado (from Miserere) translated from Brazilian Portuguese by Ellen Doré Watson

    On what might be called a street,

  • Vita Nova

    Born on the outskirts of the Romanian kingdom

  • Rilke 5 Translations

    Almost like on the last day when the dead tear

  • In Praise of Wandering

    You ask how we do it. Simple.

  • Leave It Lay Where Jesus Flung It

    What a colossal wrong fall she took—that mastodon caught