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  • Wool Cap

    Flip is coming for dinner, I hear his car driving past the house. 

  • EPHEBE WITH CYPRIPEDIUM

    Sweet ephebe, dear good friend,

  • To Urania

    Astronomer who rules the tides and skies,

  • Happy Hour & Babies Cry at 5:03 pm

    Marcy lets us play

  • Will flames lap? Leap? | The Country Stairs

    Will flames lap? Leap?

  • Poem

    I’m going to pretend I’m a painter and just

  • The Bahá’í School

    It stood at the top of a steep hill that sloped all the way down to the Pisquataqua River, which even then I knew was tidal.

  • Potato | The Surface

    I do not want to finish my potato,

  • Bad Line in a Bad Paragraph

    Where "grab a bite"

  • A Drone Over Amish Country

    We live in the past because there is nothing else to live in.

  • Three Poems

    Lavishly robed and turbaned, the palmist

  • Pull Off on Old Lyme Road to Fuck

    Because I would have given everything for you to want to talk to me you remain the sound of street lamps