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  • FOR MATS AND LAILA

    The Date Line lies motionless between Samoa and Tonga, but the Midnight Line glides across the ocean and islands and rooftops of huts.

  • The NewMath and Nor Easter

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

  • Armorial and The World is Burning

    At least once or twice a season I take out

  • Listen Up  Medusa | Personal Narrative

    Seduced by your statuesque

  • The Sailor’s Love Song and Irish Whiskey

    When I was young I burned to be

  • Ode to Roadside Shrines

    I first see you in Crete, little boxes on four skinny legs,

  • Fake Lemon Tree on a November Day in a Boat Depot in Chelsea

    O lemon tree, how you emerge, distinct from everything

  • Ayotzinapa

    We bite the shadow

  • Lives of the Postmodern Poets

    You were born too late.

  • To a Man in Rags Holding Out a Cup | A 100-year-old Man Asks Me to Write about Something

    I don’t have much

  • Of Course

    If I wake at 3, ephemerality

  • Three Poems

    My fingers grow white with winter, blood