The Windows
Polished by every breeze
poetry
August Ends
Yet once again the summer, though belated,
The Steps of the Orangery
Like worn-out kings who ultimately stride
Manuscript Found in a Bottle
Drunk in Christ's Egypt Land
To Be a Stranger
To be a stranger is enough, to be a stranger
Melba
Melba is big and beautiful or would be
Poem
I sit like a ghost in my strange profession
Funerals
Funerals are for the living; I've never seen
The Arsonist
The arsonist awoke, afraid
Country Full of Christmas
Country full of Christmas,
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