Savant
ther must have been a time
poetry
ebb
I have found broken hands
Poem looking at the lawn
If I had a robin's eardrums
Sitia
Sitia all day
In the Control Tower
Old brown men
For L., Dear Companion in Night Sorrow
What I envy them most
The Volunteer Matador
Getting her pyjamas off her
In the Dark
Coming into my apartment last night
In the Cards
In my dream
Remembering Apollo
Where Agamemnon swam,
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