Concerning the Islands Newly Discovered
Your Magnificent Lord,
poetry
What Remains
We are at Terezin, walking among what remains. Beatrice is with us.
Frost
Tracing the heart's circle of latitude, body's persistent
Silken
Skein of silk, coiled, drawn out to a scream's length.
Woman in Doorway (Variations)
Framed by light, a woman in a doorway. Something exposed,
Miracle Seeds
It's late, nearly 3 a.m., but hearing her flap a cardboard box, or
Beloved
A few orangey streetlamps, and the sky yet light with a blue light:
Beet Salad
I'm baking three beets in the oven
Snake
"A gardener's snake," the city employee told me,
untitled
true story
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Current Issue: No. 301
