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  • Whose Sky, Between | Rape of America. So, it appears

    A name that meant sound of an owl’s hard fall, another day of blood gunned to al

  • BY THE MEADOWS OF HAY BALES

    By the meadows of hay bales

  • My Courbet, by Jonathan Galassi

    My Courbet

  • Soft Song

    Nothing about you is soft,

  • Clues from the Animal Kingdom

    It seems you’re here again, pitching the weight of the bruise you call a body

  • Moment of Truth

    A matador imagines he has

  • Plait

    When I first knotted my hair against the coming of winter, I had grown tired of playing jacks and didn’t yet find boys

  • Carbide

    As he approached the river a little Fiat drew off the main road and parked among

  • Debris

    I love those spirits

  • Monk’s Eye, #20

    Of all rhythms he found day and night

  • Phone Call: Lesson in Style and The Story of Civilization

    “Everything feels all swollen and puffy, like my brain

  • TO HÉCTOR VIEL TEMPERLEY

    Cockroaches ignored the winter dawn