Canadian Sonnets for my Son
He has found, and newly loves,...
poetry
Stillborn
a priest has bought your kitchen
A Messenger
March 25. A grey day to begin with, ...
This Fall
I think about growing old
Aporia
Despite a tail wind that wails, wind
Ulva
You were dressed in yellow
Diluting the Light
The very first Easter
untitled
ribs/ gizzard/ chunks of fat/ & small bones/
Chrysalis
do not dislodge the chrysalis
Upon my Death: Instructions
Let there be woodwinds at the funeral
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