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  • MARATHON | SHORELINE

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

  • Two Poems

    Thinking’s chariot starts with it:

  • After the Paris Bombings

    I lent my Daily Missal, which had been published before they dropped the Latin, to Robin. Though she had been

  • Bookish | Brush Your Fingers Through Your Hair, Why Don’t You?

    The bookishness that

  • Three Poems

    I never saw the children who lived next door,

  • The Town of Horne

    I can only find it when I take

  • You, Reader, As I Imagine You

    Why is it awkward to acknowledge

  • Is a Rose

    O’Keefe’s opens in the troposphere, blooms like smoke.

  • Olney Hymn

    not my li-

  • Flight, Ours & A Burn So Bad It Requires Ice

    We’re in bad, we’re in terrible, shape

  • Little Black Dress and Julia

    Puddled at my feet or ruched

  • News from Nowhere

    The sea handles laundry