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  • Language Is a Form of Walking, Even at Age of 87 and Three, in One Story

    At 30, she learns to rewrite herself in a phonetic language,

  • The Freud Museum

    It’s 1938. Here’s moss on red brick

  • Riddle

    The chair is not far from the bed

  • Two Stories and a Poem

    Do you have a canned ham?

  • She Painted Artichokes

    You had nothing to say so you painted some splendid artichokes

  • RIFF ON A LINE BY CHAR

    Somewhere inside the sacerdotal

  • Redeye | The Window’s Water

    that never sets,

  • Amaryllis

    Like the bell of an old Victrola,

  • Using these questions, would you please write a brief description of yourself?

    My favorite creature is the tree porcupine.

  • Duets

    Telemann at 7:30 on an evening

  • Olney Hymn

    not my li-

  • Who Pays

    Lord I have eaten and I don’t