on the Nashwaak trail
milkweed hangs here
poetry
Where We Are Now
What would it be like if we saw everything
The Pashmina shawl: a closet item
The shawl does not warm
Green Glass Slippers
When the person you love
Party
You could stick your thumb through
Stones
All night the driveway is witness
The Uselessness of Stolen
A clarinet version of Rhinestone Cowboy trickled
The Hill Where It Sits
Candied air glosses the town
Widening Rifts
Community is a one-armed man -
The Shambles
"I'm so sorry," you quipped for the mussed-up,
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