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  • SPENCER HILL

    is steep, so breathing hard we sink down into a front pew,

  • Called to Lapse

    And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears

  • OVER THE MOON

    Five a.m.—the soft percussion of the rain

  • Not Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening

    Promises to keep, was a lie, he had nothing. Through

  • Three Poems

    I gave my mother

  • Summer circa 1967-2xxx

    My mother & the other ladies

  • safe / harbor / rehab

    you said your eyes

  • Elegy

    The breeze this morning pulls on the surface of the bay

  • Rome/Glasgow: Early March

    Our favorite time to visit—cool air for all-day walking, in

  • Three Long Years

    it takes to train a sheepdog. Not all are candidates, the culling starts early.

  • Forced March

    I remembered it wrong, the scene in the film

  • The Excellent Trip

    You thought you’d need a month. You thought you’d need