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  • Spit

    Some progress is anything but.

  • Just Before Sunset in December

    It must have something to do with the angle of the earth

  • Two Poems

    Where does it live?

  • Volumes

    Certain mornings you can catch the sound

  • Arrow Boy

    They see her as a genie in a pager.

  • Else

    At the first instance, to amuse others,

  • St. Rose of Lima

    Lips weary with chapped hallelujahs,

  • My Friend, Nice Socks & The Last Dance

    My friend wanted to have breakfast at the local strip club.

  • The Deposition

    I get to school early, take down the crucifix.

  • Amalgam

    Mostly, what I didn’t know didn’t hurt me

  • The Seven Mysteries of Our-Lady Madonna

    They emerge out of distance,

  • To the Poets Dropped from the Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry

    Au revoir, Walter de la Mare!