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  • It’s 3 A.M., Winter, and Nine Miles from Truckee

    and nobody better than I to tell you about

  • OLD LOVE LETTERS

    I too have my stack

  • In a Room with Many Windows

    In a room with many windows

  • Amsterdam

    Your shadow is born new

  • Tongue of Language | Nightmare

    Oh tongue of language, moving with your comb

  • How It Is

    Say how it is

  • DEATH MARCH

    Carry her the way it has to hurt:

  • Drink with Mountain, Remembered, Andalucían

    The rosé from Spain

  • Grandpa David Told Me Once of Carpathia, a Place He had Never Been

    His hospital topped

  • Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)

    i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the

  • Paramouria & You Do What You’re Good At

    You know (you think), and then

  • The End

    Whatever is coming is the end, but not really.