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  • We Lay Our Fear in a Wicker Basket

    Too drunk, walking around

  • First Days at the Conservancy

    I’m looking out the window—Paula’s window—

  • Eclipse

    November’s moon is in eclipse—

  • Two Poems

    Deer sniff red November

  • Heisenberg’s Principle

    Look. We’re somewhere

  • The Occupant Imagines the House as a Great Fish & Eight Things…

    It has already swallowed a century, each year a silver iridescent scale.  For eight, she has lived in its belly,

  • Calendar

    Some people, after the day

  • From A Line By Kawabata

    A solitary shadow in stillness

  • Vocal

    Outgrown, the prairie lot

  • Triangulated

    Is it the ship that's moving or the sea that's moving, the tide flowing against the ship?

  • from Nothing in the Dark

    My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during

  • House of Sorrow, Vessel of Anarchy, I Will Not Name It Except to Say, Golem

    Once I made a box to put a man in.