The Road is Grey Tape
The men behind big desks tug the silk
poetry
Cage
what is different. Cage what we fear.
Leaving Howe Island
Evening, a downpour blurring
Jesse's Farm
We're driving and the radio says mass marine extinctions in one
Exhibit
This is the pink salwar kameez she made for me.
On Walking, If Walking
The young man in the next room is walking but not easily.
Me the Man in a Hurry
The woman who walks in from of me walks slowly.
Dante Divines the Dead
Even pasted into poems, then posted for Posterity,
from Everything at Once: Scripts & Postscripts
A strange feeling has come over me
the place of commencement
beginning
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