Lighthouse Point
i took a picture here once - away
poetry
September
Wild grasses outline her newly turned fields,
The Incantatory
We'll take our religiosity from the city
Coastal Marquee
They are building a causeway that they will also flood.
Judas, before
I fell asleep, praying in the garden.
Four Minute Love Poem (World on Mute)
On the wharf our feet like hummingbirds found air and leapt.
when making ends meet
lying underneath her body and its stars(the famous flesh of her,
That Old Pain
Uncovering a crime she'd
Lost Highway
Run through books from the end, endings should arrive without
Cornflowers
Jane held her head deep in the fistful of
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