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Poems

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  • The Sailor’s Love Song and Irish Whiskey

    When I was young I burned to be

  • THE WHITE ROAD

    I am walking along the dazzling ruin of a road I knew

  • Small Hut

    I know you only in echo,

  • Gott im Himmel and The Corner of Bellington Street and Sparta

    Gott was thicket, thorned, glottal,

  • Between the Bed and the Window

    First, the light, which is always

  • Visitor’s Coming

    I’ve laid out

  • Coda alla Vaccinara | A Dusting

    From Keats’s grave, past the Paladiana and Coyote

  • LIFE ON ENCELADUS

    It’s snowing all the time at the south pole of Enceladus

  • THINNING THE SPRUCES

    I’ve become ruthless with the spruces

  • Two Poems

    Black, faux-leather cover with gold trim—

  • January in West Texas

    Once, I preferred nights. How they arrived one tied to the next like silk scarves, knots of daylight between them. I

  • “Flüchtige monde” / “fugitive moons” translated from the German by Joscha Klueppel

    mountains recall their flock of birds. the dear birds,