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  • Why I Haven’t “Outgrown Surrealism,” No Matter What That Moron Reviewer Wrote

    I still love the sound of breaking,

  • The Happiness on the Other Side of Happiness

    Kids swing and old men sit. That's the way

  • POSTCARD WITH A CITY’S AERIAL VIEW AT NIGHT

    To think that each lit window there

  • I’m Nothing

    close to a Zen scholar,

  • The NewMath and Nor Easter

    There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode

  • The Occupant Imagines the House as a Great Fish & Eight Things…

    It has already swallowed a century, each year a silver iridescent scale.  For eight, she has lived in its belly,

  • Four Poems

    I don’t like it

  • Crazy Hairdo, Crazier Head | Some Things to Consider Before We Proceed

    Spector pinned down twins LaFlora and LaFauna like butterflies, trimmed their

  • Aeolus

    The camouflaging wind gets

  • Sprang

    Before tracking pods of killer whales in and out

  • A Five-Years-Late Note to Jake Adam York

    In Chicago, where the light plows over the lake into convention

  • Liebfraumilch, Scale and Season

    Our new son, fallen asleep