Sitting on Foth's Roof, with Beer
Dirt hung upon the air like a tan curtain.
Sanders, Mark
Villanelle for Nathan
The youngest does not love me: he says so.
December 1944
Anna Shultz emerges from her house to retrieve
Night-Fishing on Missouri's James River
A black bank of trees swam the hot syrup of air
The Death of the Vaudevillian
Friends surrounded his bed
Passing the Bottle
I've got the milk can, you
Bones
Infidelity: I drag my chair
The Suicide
The season of transition
The Moments
Our first date, we went to a fancy restaurant
Heritage
Dakota winter: more wind than snow,
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