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  • Three Poems

    His Majesty’s flock of Spanish sheep at Kew is most grievously afflicted...

  • from Border Crossings

    On dark nights when I have no words of my

  • Charcuterie

    She penciled fanciful animals

  • A Heresy Sublime

    An artist whom I’ve met is Dürer,

  • A Woman in Damascus That Year | While She’s Asleep In Baghdad

    Her soul’s in my hand and she knows I’m there

  • To Manuel Bandeira | To Hilda Hilst | To Adélia Prado

    The girls are still   a d o r a b l e

  • 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.

  • Mid-March

    If, when I sit here in my study

  • July 4th

    Tarred roads starting to buckle,

  • Observatory at the Prison

    The day is warm, so we take chips and pop from the visitation-room vending machines to a

  • Bad Line in a Bad Paragraph

    Where "grab a bite"

  • MASEFIELD IN PURGATORY | YOUR BROTHER’S FACE

    Falls and stays flemished,