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  • Honest Orbit

    For weeks I sift in vast exits

  • After Reading Charles Wright I Turn Out the Light and Listen to the Rain

    Protestant American darkness

  • Squirrel Hour

    The wind goes into the backyard pines,

  • “October, and the sun burnishes”

    October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you

  • Cigar Box Banjo

    Blind Willie Johnson could coax

  • A God | A Poet | “Facesti come quei che va di notte…” | The Mocking of Ceres

    Here lies a god who was obtuse, just like us.

  • Husband-Watching Height

    That’s my fear, turning to stone.

  • Ambition and House I Didn’t Mean to Build

    In excess always, gorged

  • Toussaint

    The soul, you said, is this sour wind, or this empty glass, the tiny steps of insects, these white iron

  • WHEN EVENING COMES

    Everyone here has so many faces,

  • Alone at 77 & I Arrive at the Scene

    Unhungry, he cracks a single egg.

  • The Water Returns

    The water returns. The pools teem with newborn fish.