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  • Practicing Quiet & The Last Sleep Artist

    What do you mean, you ate Melvin?

  • Transfer

    Now they tell us

  • A FLOW STONE IN CO. CLARE

    You want to fathom me,

  • Vanity

    it’s easy to fritter your life away

  • Four From Delos

    Saw the ring of her

  • The Stranger

    A quick call

  • On the Beach at Divi Bay, St. Martin

    Was melancholy yesterday, watching slate-grey clouds

  • A Brief Portfolio of Six Poems

    told us Hollywood was a verb on the painted stretcher &    fretting,

  • The List

    Branches shiver as if a wand

  • Coda alla Vaccinara | A Dusting

    From Keats’s grave, past the Paladiana and Coyote

  • Late Elegy for Charlotte

    You were about to sail the Seine.

  • Vesper

    The sky is blue for reasons other than atmospheric ones.