Stone
Stone is the vision
Tracy Thompson
The Honeycomb Ceiling
The honeycomb ceiling, circles and squares
The Cry of the Wound
The wound cries with an autonomous voice,
The Fact Before You
The fact before you: death. What to make of it?
Oricalche
ocicalche;
Reluctantly They Gather
Reluctantly they gather; still would rather
Everyman
Among Camino Unreal
Sonnet
They will not learn love, they know it not
Without the Love
Too much on the glory
Windflowers
The windflowers, rectangles
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