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  • Manet’s Asparagus

    Naked as an

  • Four Poems

    The word for light is light

  • A VARIATION | MY MOTHER BEFORE SHE DIED | HART CRANE

    Why ask to know, twin and neighbor,

  • The Fortieth Day | Pussy Riot/Want/Don’t/Want

    Now she called forth nights of a different kind of brilliance when the moon wrapped every thing with light—

  • 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

  • 1945

    The winter trees offer no shade no shelter.

  • POPULATION ZERO

    Cockroaches ignored the winter dawn

  • Innocence

    The birds she could identify—nuthatch, oriole—

  • The Studio

    The palette down left in the foreground,

  • Between Poems | It Was | Było

    Here in this moment before the perfect poem

  • CYCLORAMA

    Only with such care could history take form.

  • Mr. Blake’s Skin Don’t Dirt

    Because the vanishing point hovers