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  • Four Poems

    One was dicing an onion,

  • Not the Way it Was

    Today I overheard a conversation

  • A Gaze Hound That Hunteth by the Eye

    It’s not criminal: it isn’t sodomy

  • A Canticle Rehearsal in The Temple and The Waters Do Not Return, Even to Meribà

    Oh, I am tired of my land,

  • On Contemplating a Sheep’s Skull

    Skull aged so much in rain and heat,

  • Listening to Stone

    The man who carved you vied and gossiped

  • SELF PORTRAIT IN THE BACKYARD AS MOTHER

    Tulip-bellied, fists full of weeds, the baby shuffles over the wet grass,

  • Getting Old, Thinking of Keats

    Even though I’m old now

  • Wozzeck | Casualty

    Even the toneless whisper finds its cradle, its home,

  • Boots and Bayonet

    My platoon a loose group cross-legged

  • Poem of the Quotidian

    Night falls so swiftly in this part of town

  • Two Poems

    the way a kitchen’s dirty washcloth