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  • Old Sweater | Alongside

    On November 21, in late afternoon, I open the bottom drawer of my bureau

  • DOMESTIC

    Another word for kid is it. You always love but do not always like it.

  • Prizefighting

    $25 Cleaning Fee

  • Voicegrass and Incantation…translated from the Swedish by Bradley Harmon

    the word the night bore

  • Hail to Thee,

    I write, my wrist nodding

  • Snow and Minerals

    Rouge. It’s not a rose, it’s rouge.

  • FISHERMEN’S VILLAGE | VIA POLITICA

    Squinty, salt-dusted windows gaze into the distance.

  • A Brief Portfolio: Five Poems

    I found this suitcase slumped in a dark attic corner

  • I hitchhiked through Harrisburg once: night and some light dislocating, | A self beyond herself singed by the stars, fundamentally | Not the violent deaths that follow you around [if you were black] but the slow

    I hitchhiked through Harrisburg once: night and some light dislocating,

  • To the Poets Dropped from the Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry

    Au revoir, Walter de la Mare!

  • Maria Dolores, Mother of Sorrows Quilts

    She sewed them from the old

  • 36.

    A woman was choked by a metal shackle