Mimicry
The desperate mimicry of man
poetry
Her Arm a Flame
This is an exigent time
Premonitory Night
Between the fall of night and dread of day
The Individual
Like the vine
Apologia
I murdered them all for your sake,
Tiresias
Blind Tiresias
Overheard Prayer
Let me believe.
Poem for Penelope
I see you, twelve months old, with mellow mists
The Village
First it's a picture postcard; nothing stirs:
Only When Five
Only when five is creation possible:
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