Critic
The large sea birds he watches
poetry
Drawing Down Air
What matters, is getting down
Box-Step
Here is my father teaching me
Swimming
My eyes are closed: my back a blackboard.
Epiphanies in the South, West of the Ocean
When I find myself believing,
The Red Soil of the Carolinas
How clay separates trees from roots, puddles
Invitation to Leave
You will not come from Reno, tanned and feigning rage,
Words, words
Those first few years in Ontario
war: 1 (sequence of poems)
there's two maybe or
Lichens
A glacier -
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Current Issue: No. 301
