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Poems

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  • Halloween

    It is as quiet as the death of the dead no one knows

  • A Brief Portfolio

    As the fight went on my father set

  • On Lust

    I've outlived lust, or think I have.

  • What’s Real? | Is Nothing Sacred Anymore?

    This question didn’t much interest me

  • A Brief Portfolio

    Shoulders slouched, neck one step ahead of her body,

  • The Magician and HER

    This is how you peel back layers of bees

  • Houses

    Under the cold light of the chintzy white crown chandelier, I’d lean one upright card again

  • Three Poems

    A little man was sleeping in the bright sunlight

  • Rubbish Heap translated by Sasha Dugdale

    I haven’t the strength to sing of you, resplendent rubbish heap!

  • The Unreturning, 2019

    Suddenly cops crushed black citizens, hurled

  • Ever Wish We’d Gone Beyond Being Friends? and My Auto Dealership

    You asked. I’m remembering the vacation island

  • Sleep

    There is a room, and inside the room