Therapeutic Abortion
So, in the starched light,
poetry
Poem
Geyser-blown boy from a septic inferno
Here I Am
Little birds upon a branch
City Bar: 5 p.m.
Singly they come, the lonely women;
All Life
All life unfolded with these ferns.
Zoroastrian Sun
Suddenly down from the fusty beams,
Scourge of Neurosis
Man has proved there is
The Double-Bass Player
' I saw Eternity the other night
Brave New World
Where, O where is the brave new world,
Sonnets from a Sequence
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