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  • So Much More Mournful than Before

    This morning, remembering the end

  • Visitor’s Coming

    I’ve laid out

  • Three prose poems by Marie Lundquist translated from Swedish by Malena Mörling

    Three prose poems by Marie Lundquist translated from Swedish by Malena Mörling   The nights when you practice tenderness, the air like a skin around the words. On top of the crest: the dripping udder, red currant breast, rowanberry blood, and the blush of the apples. The sun is leaping in Leo and Virgo. Such is the month of harvest,

  • On the Banks of the Allegheny

    We had started over again—

  • Three Poems

    A little man was sleeping in the bright sunlight

  • What Light Tastes Like

    Depends on the hour of departure and if flowers

  • The Injured Future

    Far left cluster the listeners, their heads lifted toward the speaker.

  • Why are white butterflies always in pairs

    Above the Morning Glory.  I’ve wondered this

  • Nautilus

    I fantasize about inhabiting a nautilus, how each chamber

  • Plume

    The old wheelbarrow aimed like a cannon

  • The Muse Writes Luis Jorge Borges A Letter On His 86th Birthday

    The night has entered your eyes

  • Soft Song

    Nothing about you is soft,