"To Burn, Only"
Poetics is not math
poetry
The Not-Grandfathers
the not-grandfathers were not
The Drunk Uncle
Funny bone of every family. Wears
Lightbulb
Icon of pure idea. Screwed into a sphere of permanence
Painters
Piebald, thin as ladders, perpetually
Some night
when you waken to perfect darkness and plush coolness
Wild Honeysuckle
Schooldays, she'd see him off saying,
Third Stroke
Three times. What he was once
Truth and Invention
Messengers known and unknown to us moved though the valley.
Conversation with Silence
Not the inner self, nor the objectified self,
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