Expected Annunciations
Headed like the Irriwaddy, seaward
Richards, Robert B.
Dog Days in the Cathedral
Staring down the crowd up front, a big
Black
Is like a cat
Yesterstreet
Twin sisters dwet just six doors up our street
A Country Tale
Tar paper, laths, and cedar shingles--ditch
Watch-Tower Templars
Lights well bright there, in
Scolding's End
Little one I've wounded with my words
Orchards, Orchards
Robins and blackbirds
Let There be Light
When I was ten years old, as I recall
A Kind of Cross
El Greco's stretched faces
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