Is it Really You?
I've always seen Miss Stevens drag
poetry
The Marble Trophy
Bent in bronze, pride trophy of the game,
The Covered Hind
The stag and hind play like sunshine under the forest trees
Willow Secrets
Dusty tire-worn
Olé
Black tadpoles scurried furiously from our feet
The Squirrel
Gray fur to brown earth,
Spinster to Matron
I whom you pity
Burial Offering
By breath unstirred
Peter Abelard
I turned form the silver pencil riding the waters
Angels
If sometimes I look up and imagine saints
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