Jeremiah in Exile
And you, Jeremiah, were terror and guilt
poetry
There should be a song called Saltillo
There should be a song called Saltillo,
Indicium
The year went yesterday; calenders were wrong;
Sister Patty Johnson
She was a thief of a woman . . . come in the day
Birth
On the face of the clay baked cities,
Plea to the City
I'm in the heart
Earthbound
The world is still a fairy land,
Calmly as Bone and Stone
I finger your cold, unanswerable bone
In Retrospect
Other people live their life
Relationships I
When the shadow in the trunk flopped
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