Deep in the Mossy Woods
you saw a fungus,
poetry
Kouros (contest winner)
The ice may fail at any step,
Eyes and Ice (contest honourable mention)
The smell of woodsmoke in the morning
Salamander
If new legs are grafted
Homage
At your door I was a childish
The Meeting
After thinking of you
Apple Blossoms
Spring is here; the hills fill with mist, and
Present Perfect
I dread that ancient twinkling of an eye
In the Street Outside the Grocery (tr. Adam Sorkin)
On a little table in the street outside the door to the Alimentara, they were
The Boundaries of Longing
The two walk down the road. There is almost rain
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