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  • 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

  • Three poems by Nadia Mifsud translated from Maltese by Miriam Calleja

    abracadabresque this silence spreading sorrow

  • EVERY MAP IS AN ISLAND

    I turned away from the paper

  • Kyoto, Without Me

    chills and goes dark.  At this very instant

  • Talisman

    Quetzal: you write

  • The Big Blow

    After the snow-soused April gale I wandered

  • On Either Side of the Word Lie

    The letters that must be taken away

  • Song of The Hoarse Bullhorn Holder

    I eviscerated Vince, my prized pig, to calm the churning sea

  • Morning Hunger

    Why not in the icy clarity of morning,

  • Undomesticated

    The large goose does what it always will,

  • Interrogations Update & Mythos

    When will I see you again? I’ve asked the priests.

  • IS LIGHT ENOUGH ?

    Who’s there? I can’t seem to make out anything or anyone. Is