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  • SPUN | FUNNEL

    As sadder than ever

  • Rain Sonnets

    When the bear finally arrives, he’s starving. He wants whatever’s in my little blue basket, the Tupperware and the

  • Interlude for a Solitary Flute

    What is the age of the couple

  • Car le Vice by Tomaž Šalamun translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry

    Car le Vice, rongeant ma native noblesse

  • Nesting & a triptych

    At my parents’ house nothing is in boxes, nothing is packed.

  • Toussaint

    The soul, you said, is this sour wind, or this empty glass, the tiny steps of insects, these white iron

  • Handel in London, 1741

    Wedged in a chair near the open window,

  • Standing by a Coppice Gate, Reading “The Darkling Thrush”

    The city gate loomed at century’s end,

  • Golgotha & Receiving the Host

    Then they came and cleansed you my love

  • Meditation on a Shower Rod at the Super 8

    You and I are snake bit. Can we postpone?

  • Separation

    Slumbering suburbs, calm depths of summer.

  • Pour Ainsi Dire

    Drinking. What is boozing? If not a liquid manner of corresponding, thanks to wine,