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  • from “From Nothing”

    One note, another, in the parlor’s angled light,

  • The End

    Whatever is coming is the end, but not really.

  • No use

    On October 21, 1962, Sylvia Plath wrote one poem that became two.

  • Cry

    Bring back our dresses untorn

  • Ödön von Horváth | Brief Incident in Short a, Long a, and Schwa | My Friend’s Creation | Contingency (Vs. Necessity)

    Cat, gray tabby, calm, watches large, black ant.  Man, rapt, stands staring at cat and

  • The Wars Between the Wars Between the Borders that Were Not There

    You had to know how bad the Nazis were

  • Strange     that Penelope

    does not question or pray in a selfish manner

  • How the West Was Won and Crack in the World

    Build a garage on the roof

  • Crow Poison

    stumbled drunkenly

  • Wild Yeast & Kiss and Tell

    What color is Shakespeare?

  • From Bajo la lluvia ajena (In Foreign Rain) by Juan Gelman, translated by Lisa Rose Bradford

    On the tiers of experience.

  • Lost Tails, City of Money and Counting the Money

    One day our tails fell off and lay at our feet like giant dead caterpillars.