The last ice age
Yes, bigger than an ice cube
poetry
Mandrake (Alruna)
Outside the forest in the whirring field
Calling the Owl
Two owls sat on fenceposts
Sleeping on the Land
The glorified forms of wheatgrass
Undressing the Moon
A warted face, the moon
Mid-August, Mid-Life
Gone-to-seed thisteles stand
New Year's Day 1991
Keeping Southern custom
Dead
We found them on our poch in the morning
Poem
Thumping its feet on the piled grass
No Escape for the Animal
Grey shapes in the twilt hallway
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