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  • I’LL CALL YOU THIS AFTERNOON,

    I’ll call you nowhere, now

  • On a Version of “Lady with Lapdog” | Synch

    How clever, to leave out all the articles, thereby suggesting their story, their plight, were less a story than a portrait

  • The Peripheral Position of the Sun

    A young woman roars, laughs, splashes the face of a young man, nears the shore where the blinking lights of fireflies

  • Two Poems

    My nearsighted eye is for splinters, the threading of needles,

  • Soft Song

    Nothing about you is soft,

  • The Wayfarer

    When the wings of the triptych are open as

  • Dentist, Mexico, 1959

    The room was big, not small.

  • Head of a Woman with the Horns of a Ram

    I used to curse the sidewalk ice

  • Mid-March

    If, when I sit here in my study

  • Agnus Dei, Winslow Wants a Gun, Omega Street

    The shearer’s come horse-back from Solo –

  • For a Theophoric Figure

    Strange how first things dawn on us

  • Olympia

    The ancient Greeks knew how to pick out a sacred spot,