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For the first time all week thunder approaches
poetry
Selling Home
Cut losses as hosrt as you can:
Kiwano
The cashier at the Atlantic Superstore didn't know
The Shell
You look at me from brown eyes like an orphan.
Naming
An evening walk into November
Father's Day
This day at the cemetery,
Durer's Apprentice
I am the same war that he
In the bedroom
Three leaves, each bigger than my hand, have been on the night table
Developing
Father worked in a darkroom at Kodak
Lethal Green
We gaze at our painted bodies in the cloudy
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