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  • THE LIGHTS ON THE BOATS

    I didn’t start this to break anyone’s heart.

  • To Fire

    In my backyard, huddled over my magnifying

  • The Beautiful American Word Baby

    Once, I wanted it growled low in the throat

  • So Glad She Didn’t Live to See It

    What will it be, the thing they say

  • A BAT IN THE HOUSE

    swoops high, webbed little arms for

  • The Romantic Poets

    If anybody needs a head

  • Lost Leaders

    Some say that predatory sin was born of ignorance rather than

  • Thetis

    We see her through her element, not

  • Tongue of Language | Nightmare

    Oh tongue of language, moving with your comb

  • Hellebore | The Way of Books

    Lord, I am all

  • Anti-Fundamentalist

    I remember that

  • NOTES ON SILENCE

    The racket of birdsong wakes me at 4am, before first light.