Frying in Hell
The mixed grill, whispers T., tall, lean, leaning
poetry
Everything Its Opposite; Or, Absence
Although more palpable than Virginia bluestone, absence can't
In a Moment of Unbridled Self-Assurance the Poet Entitles His/Her Poem 'Gnosis'
A bird flies
Dreamweaver
Her Celtic hair
Tri-Fruit Marmalade
make marmalade with your lover
Rewrite
If I could have you in this poem I would,
Gender Chaos
I'm afraid of having one.
The Rape
Though it happened in the early spring
Portrait of an Affliction
In some bar on the blank side
And so it happens again...
the three of us reading away slow afternoons
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