Melodrama is Foreign to My Nature
How authentic are bunny ears
poetry
In the Dream Room of the Past
She's an archipelagonian. Work shifts.
Arriving, Sudbury
Tall stacks cast skinny drifts
waiting for the child
we wait for the child who
Equinox
For now night falls
After Flight
How beautiful the evening is, here
Sunshine
the weight of it, the way it gives way.
this fat asylum
did you hear that liturgy on the news? something about an avalanche
The boat that was not a boat
cruised on pavement--
Eulogy for Finn
They found you handing
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