Coelacanth Clouds
Mule deer moving across rough country;
poetry
Tilt
Dear body, snow fell many miles
untitled
lean against the bus stop
Road Warrior
You have all the options
Mother I
Opposite me in the bar
Mother II
Every homcoming the pie
Mother III
What does she want,
azimuths
you are drawn
plain chant
out of the darkness, a voice
Low Easter, Rock Chapel
They licked the trees, those two:
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