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  • The End

    Whatever is coming is the end, but not really.

  • The Last of Fanfare

    By fire, then, but within view of a rough sea?

  • Anthem and Under the Sun

    Through the backyard of a shuttered home

  • Dirt

    Just after Wierex etched a toddler Christ

  • Pick Me Up

    the words love you, friend

  • Ashes of Roses and Blue Chair

    The early 19th Century rolls over

  • Confusing Myself with the Whippoorwill

    Today, I was a madness of regrettable actions. At the convenience store, I eyed the cashiers warily as they slouched in

  • SHINE, NOT BURN

    Just at that point

  • Talisman

    Quetzal: you write

  • Two O’Clock and Stray

    As though all at once it is afternoon

  • Unrest or What the French Horn Can Teach You

    To master the French Horn, you need lips of steel

  • Happiness on Earth

    Especially if you were waking