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  • Ars Poetica, with Cow

    She went back to look at the beast, which lay immobile except for one eye watching the girl who stood helpless beside

  • What Light Tastes Like

    Depends on the hour of departure and if flowers

  • A God | A Poet | “Facesti come quei che va di notte…” | The Mocking of Ceres

    Here lies a god who was obtuse, just like us.

  • MORE THAN I CAN SAY

    Clewell doesn’t exactly do haiku.

  • Shakedown, Sleeping Mother and The Touch

    On Main Street, two cops stop me in front of the tire store. One is big and burly and the other is lean

  • Once We Were

    once we were immigrants

  • Sunday in Connecticut

    I drive into town.

  • Turn Back

    Intergenerational sex is a trend, Jeannine said.

  • Difficulty

    It's difficult

  • Three Poems

    Fish-shaped, dark brown,

  • Oak | Installation

    I sat at it, a good table—one of a number

  • Two poems from “The Mistaken Place of Things”

    How to say hair