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  • Tails | On the Other Side

    When our tails fell off, we had nothing to wag or wave behind us, nothing to curl up or

  • Market Day

    Python belt on my jeans.

  • SOUL-DARK second version | SLEEP second version

    At the forest’s edge: a dark deer. A hush.

  • Across the Wide Missouri

    It’s toward the end of the season

  • Lost Tails, City of Money and Counting the Money

    One day our tails fell off and lay at our feet like giant dead caterpillars.

  • A FLOW STONE IN CO. CLARE

    You want to fathom me,

  • CALLING BACK | CHARITY

    My daughter sings in snow falling through the scent of red oak or ash, some of the flakes large enough to contain passages from Emily Dickinson’s letters. 

  • MARATHON | SHORELINE

    Jesus hears a swarm of bees beneath his porch. His television

  • Dead Tree in the Back Yard & Gait

    You aren’t mine. A lot line

  • Remnant Tongue

    I woke wounded

  • Plume

    The old wheelbarrow aimed like a cannon

  • Paean for the Players

    The pale actor’s mouth