Inland Gull
Over drab-shingled peak,
poetry
The Retired Computer
Tools, grips sweat-polished,
The Machine-Gunner
They wanted to quit
Two Players
One, exulting in stroke and guard,
Haiku
Inside my wall a
The Idea
It's events itch the idea
Chess
A creation, but once the substance
The Hands
Why man those hands, dyed
Burn No More
The candle went out
For Lynn Island
In a sunbonnet twinflower world
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