A Stroke of Lack
A chronic glitch left her right
poetry
Human of the Hubble Deep Field
the day I crossed out asteroid
Thomas A. Swift's Electrical Rifle
We daydreamt rocket cars.
Rilke: Late Autumn in Venice
The city now no longer drifts like bait
Safranschau
The saffron inspectors have found false
Pencil on my Path
Under the lush canyon canopy
It Was Night (After the Moesgard Museum)
The girl schooled in Bournemout tells us about the wine.
Catullus: Carmina, 29
God! Who could bear to stand by watching this go on
Tent Caterpillars
This was the summer of invasion. Raccoons
Action Without Ego
The trees lean back, a white moth kicks up from green shoes
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