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Poems

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  • A Brief Portfolio

    Look, there’s Mom with a cup of flour and a cup of time, staring into her blue bowl.

  • Ophthalmology

    No me miras, she said, hiding her face,

  • First Words

    In the marriage booth at sleep-away camp,

  • Cosmology

    Someone has spilled the moon

  • After the War for Independence and Despite Nostalgia

    Those boys in the basement, middle-schoolers, unruly

  • We Lay Our Fear in a Wicker Basket

    Too drunk, walking around

  • Little Night Owl

    For hours I’d lug her on my shoulder,

  • Poem to Circe IV

    Ancient bronzes, we reached the sea.

  • Last Poem

    Reader, today

  • Letter From The Capital

    She writes: now we have wars between historical eras. We fight in time as well as space. 1914 vs. 1939 is a devastating

  • Potato | The Surface

    I do not want to finish my potato,

  • Indian River at Dusk

    The first and only time I caught a sheephead