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  • My Lovely Garonne

    Because every tenth poem or so the poet described

  • South Hole

    So worship fire.

  • 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

  • Ancestral Home

    Frangipani, its petals warm milk around

  • Dear American Amnesia

    I know you are only trying to make

  • MR. DARCY TALKS

    Mr. Darcy talks to the same woman

  • THE WHITE ROAD

    I am walking along the dazzling ruin of a road I knew

  • The World Provides

    Someone somewhere must always be

  • I was trying to weigh darkness

    I was trying to weigh darkness how much does darkness weigh

  • Four Poems

    One was dicing an onion,

  • The Last Harvest

    Of course the snake is still here

  • The Birthdays of the Dead

    It is an affront in their land