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  • Loud Walk in Fall | Regret

    There is something else

  • Not Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening

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

  • Three Poems

    We're headed to a stack of paper we call a reem

  • Three Poems

    Typos   Word instead of wood but, sodden, it smoked when it burned. I wrote god for good who was, once–– in my childhood years, crowned with the nimbus of that capital G–– but now tends to be a placeholder for nightmare, tears. Seeking solace in the pastoral, but grove came out as grave and the lymph nodes, irradiated, naked

  • Free Descent

    It seemed I had always been kicking

  • Amaryllis

    Like the bell of an old Victrola,

  • Poems for the Absent One

    Mother death,

  • Barn Red

    Home alone, I swirl on scarlet lipstick and forget that I did,

  • Amalgam

    Mostly, what I didn’t know didn’t hurt me

  • Ocean Park

    Call this landscape abstract if the world’s splendour

  • Still Life with Clouds and Eyes on the Prize

    Many white ones

  • Old Tunes, Politics, Karma & Career

    Took the afternoon off from the dozen things I’m supposed to repair, respond to, or maintain around the yard, and