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  • The Shell

    When I picked it up from the sand

  • SHINE, NOT BURN

    Just at that point

  • Rondeau and Song

    She would have yawned to see a Pharaoh’s fall,

  • Swishing Tails of Horses, October

    Mine, says the glorious yearling claiming

  • Memento Mori: Northern White Rhinos

    They are grey, big as boulders,

  • Why I Started Writing a Novel

    Earlier today I started writing a novel out of the simple

  • (Blessed Are) They Who Preserve

    These glass jars are houses for little Human Acts.

  • Ancestors

    Farther back than my grandmother

  • Pedestrian Interval

    The trick in all of this is to build well--

  • from Border Crossings

    On dark nights when I have no words of my

  • from Fourteen Fourteenliners

    Why can say passion fruit for instance always begin again

  • Chekhov’s Gun

    Atonement means nothing to a cook