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  • Green Girls

    Wriggling on the bottles:

  • Eclipse

    November’s moon is in eclipse—

  • Snowfall, with Reconciliation

    How old winter is. However much we stain

  • JOURNAL, OR STORY WITHOUT WORDS

    And I follow the hand copying what it had written years ago

  • Purity | A  Withered  Rose

    Amazing solitude.

  • Wuhan

    Utopia, or dystopia,

  • Three Poems

    Typos   Word instead of wood but, sodden, it smoked when it burned. I wrote god for good who was, once–– in my childhood years, crowned with the nimbus of that capital G–– but now tends to be a placeholder for nightmare, tears. Seeking solace in the pastoral, but grove came out as grave and the lymph nodes, irradiated, naked

  • From the River of News

    The President and his opponent both speaking in Ohio—

  • Yet Another Life

    And then one day I was no longer up

  • Me & Whiskey

    Collided hard

  • Old Tunes, Politics, Karma & Career

    Took the afternoon off from the dozen things I’m supposed to repair, respond to, or maintain around the yard, and

  • The Wind Cried Mary  

    In 1967 when Hendrix coaxed, Are you experienced?