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  • PRESENTIMENTS

    Such as the sun might present—out of sight—

  • flail, snap, struggle & These Long Afternoons

    strangle, some eaten out by an infestation

  • Two Poems

    A rectangular tray materializes, made

  • The Cocoon, I Started Slowly & Morning’s Only Yellow

    Visiting my cousin’s church I found

  • Hotline

    The calls came in around the clock. A nunnery in Nova Scotia with a broken clavichord.

  • Poems from My Deathbed (and Just Beyond)

    More than ever cherishing

  • The Public Servants and Amateur

    To be delivered by a sad man standing in a single light.

  • Anthem and Under the Sun

    Through the backyard of a shuttered home

  • Possibility of Erasure | There Are Corpses Buried in Them

    It is snowing this morning.

  • Arf

    At the stoplight in Dogleg children swept metal

  • Poem by Zuzanna Ginczanka (1917-1945) translated from Polish by Alex Braslavsky

    There’s now a so-so year for you: 1933—

  • First Wedding

    It was one of those days when not even the bland sun