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Poems

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  • Revolver

    His face was a festival.  Inside it,

  • On Being Mused Upon

    Reading his poems, you recognize yourself

  • On Contemplating a Sheep’s Skull

    Skull aged so much in rain and heat,

  • EPHEBE WITH CYPRIPEDIUM

    Sweet ephebe, dear good friend,

  • Stammer  (2 pp)

    Was I hatched from an egg, fostered by birds

  • I’ve Lived Long with the Dead | The Word Stays Here

    I’ve lived long with the dead. I know their

  • Mid-March

    If, when I sit here in my study

  • Spelling / Complication

    Serious injuries only!   Strange

  • I Spent one Summer with a Semi-colon

    in those days people called it shacking up

  • The List

    Branches shiver as if a wand

  • In a Pile of Pictures

    The man—young enough to be my son—

  • Uplight

    The uplight is where I want to be, above and looking, and looking over.