Dolly Varden
This should have been the name of my first girlfriend, not
poetry
Hell's Gate: 1913
That year, the dead outgaped the stars; they did not blink
Gutting
I scatter the news of atrocity
Stone Poem
A boy's toes calcify.
Appaloosa
Skull face
Apples of the Earth
The french call them
Persephone: Wild Roses
You never had it so good. This god
Mr. Philips
Some days, down the wooden stairs to the basement, to sit in
Lord, if You had a Lap
Lord, if you had a lap, I'd sit on it tonight.
When a Child gets Lost
When a child gets lost in the long grass
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