Hearing
Land around Dillberry Lake, black
poetry
The Podium
There is a need for this in winter.
Tattoo
The soft, inside-forearm is easy to work
Notes
I like to travel backward from the blast
Quitch Grass
Caught in my boot,
The Colour of Sex
cannot be red.
Recessional
A plain shore, a calm noon.
Polar Route
The movie ends. The screen goes blank.
Fortune
On the deck there is snow
Song
I'm thinking of things we can't do.
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