Grey-Beast
There is a loneliness upon my heart
poetry
Woods Poem
I think I'll build and unhouse
Mummified We Lie
Numb to the pull of ever-inching tide,
Francis
A wool stocking-cap and a flannel lined
Porch
Immersed in night my senses sharpen, hear
For a Waitress in Windsor Station, Montreal
You are the movement of a cup and I
Dancer
The sun is horizontal, so the flesh
From One Woman
So you want to be loved and you want a lover
Everytime the Wind Cries
Everytime the wind cries
John the Baptist
One came, saying, Have you walked in the fire?
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