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  • Thanksgiving Near Cape Coast & Pine Cones: April 2020

    Churning along through viscous mud,

  • Honey

    Strange music of our Emily —

  • Houses

    Under the cold light of the chintzy white crown chandelier, I’d lean one upright card again

  • Food of Love & Thing-in-Itself

    If the vamp and rub of planets,

  • Firing My Father’s Mossberg

    At the shooting range,

  • “Dispatches from Terra Incognita”

    Saturday, cold as a witch’s you know what. I’m at the Lab to give a urine sample.

  • The Caravaggio Room

    Yuck, you heave in front of that sick boy

  • Mommie

    After I’m dead, will the world will remember me

  • Amalgam

    Mostly, what I didn’t know didn’t hurt me

  • Don’t Know Much About the French I Took

    I silently disapproved when they said, “Let’s go French

  • Remote Stars

    Look up. There’s Bill,

  • From Inches Away

    From inches away his finger can’t miss