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  • Code

    At last it's just me and the alphabet.

  • The Studio

    The palette down left in the foreground,

  • Portrait | The Traveler

    Recollections of my infancy: a patio in Seville,

  • My Love

    Place your hand, my love, against my heart

  • Mother, at Last

    You were Scarlett O’Hara

  • Confession Therapy and Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT)

    One summer, as I was cleaning out the grooves in my palm, I was living in a monastery.

  • Bartosz Konstrat translated from Polish by Dawid Mobolaji

    Suddenly: bam! The little boys rise from their knees, their teeth grow and begin to bite.

  • Dead Ringers

    Millions of miles of celluloid

  • What Almost Killed You

    Hello, my  name is a long drive home from the bar

  • She Leans

    A house: scoured and scarred by wind, its unpainted

  • Crucifixion

    One minute he’s looking at you, full-size, in anguish,

  • The Headless Horseman | A Tune for Theremin Vox

    The messenger was so dead they sent him