Water Language
I wanted to walk to Waukegan,
poetry
The Apostate
As he left
Farewell Desires
To unwind yourself like Houdini
The Life Waiting
The vistas planned by that very particular
Chameleon Hours
The horror: to be shunted
Greeting Strangers
Like Montezuma
Surrender
On the roof, snow loosens its grip
Sunset, July
A chip of orange light glitters
Late Summer Hatch
Through the security checkpoint, I'm frisked.
Why Did I Live?
Was there a midnight call from a magistate's office -
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