Reformation
I used to sleep in snatches
poetry
Family Plot
High above the cemetery pond
The Skims After Dark and an Old Man in a Mackinaw
A log-butt moon
Kassandra
I am the cup of fate
Jocasta Waiting at Styx
How was I to know? Opiated muttering
The Myriad Ghosts
The myriad ghosts of selves I've killed
A Phantom I
To a gap in the trees
Poem
At the tree's rubbed foot
Nightshade of Loneliness
O, wondrous belladonna,
The Present
This evening, starless and still, a fox barking
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