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  • Three Poems from a Work in Progress

    Deer in the backyard, Schubert’s ninth

  • UBI AMOR IBI OCULUS EST

    Flumes of the late night

  • In a Field, at Sunset

    When he asked if I still loved him, I didn’t answer

  • Masque

    Lamplight blue cushions

  • Song a Year After My Mother’s Death

    I allowed a small song

  • Pet of the Week

    Oh, Salsa, I too

  • Brothers

    Who eats with a jaw half-cranked with counterweight

  • Over the Bright and Darkened Lands | Out in the Tranquil Bay

    I sit in one of the dives.

  • 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.

  • Master Class

    Demonstrate on mine, I say.

  • Standing by a Coppice Gate, Reading “The Darkling Thrush”

    The city gate loomed at century’s end,

  • Cataclysmic Paternity

    There’s the you at birth and the you that’s taught and the you you concocted.