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  • Salvation, in B#

    Bigtime Baltimore, new

  • Extreme Close-up

    All the things I love about his face come from movement:

  • A Brief Portfolio

    Shoulders slouched, neck one step ahead of her body,

  • Alexandru (1904 – 1984)

    You cross the hill by wagon to Românești. Airplanes stretch ropes of milk in our way not unlike the wire you’d

  • Sidewinder

    You say I rudely cut her off, that you had to apologize,

  • Innocence

    The birds she could identify—nuthatch, oriole—

  • Embraced

    I have visited an ancient redwood and heard it creak

  • 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

  • Three Poems

    There, roots are

  • Remedios Varo’s Locomotion Capilar (1959)

    Riding the bicycles of their beards,

  • Three Poems

    I dropped a sprig of laurel into your grave

  • A Woman in Damascus That Year | While She’s Asleep In Baghdad

    Her soul’s in my hand and she knows I’m there