After Hansel and Gretel Burn the Witch
Unexpected,
poetry
A Moth in Several Lights
I rest by Shirley Creek, far from the source.
Good Weather at Fastnet Lighthouse
we cranked the bunk window open today
Calling in the Dogs
He doubted as a child
landscape architecture
it was a forensic undertaking; a structuring,
Sturgeon
Jackfish and walleye circle like clouds as he strains
The Lamprey
Then I thought of them
The Anchor
An anatomy of anger could be
white cells
the plan is the body -
A Gloss on To the River
The only way in is impoverishment. Don't repeat this to anyone. Everything
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