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  • Cotton Candy

    At first it gives like a sponge, elastically, and you think you’ll only make an

  • David

    we wait in an arc with flashlights

  • After Callimachus

    Goddess of parturition, listen when Cleo

  • Throughway and Passage

    Faces, facing one another on the bus.

  • August, Hinge

    How would you describe these pandemic days,

  • Flour, Eggs, Milk, Baking Powder, Salt and God

    O Best Beloved, tell me, if you know, why—

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

    On what might be called a street,

  • Ode to Scars

    The scars on others’ faces draw me to them.

  • LIMESTONE GHAZAL

    My windowsill’s lined with fossils, whorled limestone

  • The Bahá’í School

    It stood at the top of a steep hill that sloped all the way down to the Pisquataqua River, which even then I knew was tidal.

  • Rilke 5 Translations

    Almost like on the last day when the dead tear

  • First Wedding

    It was one of those days when not even the bland sun