The Holy Sleepers
Darkness flows and sinks the house
poetry
On the Road to Vicenza
Lopsided with God
Not All, Not All
Her quick hands flickered up among the vines
Legend
Whoever is washed ashore that place --
Sisters
My sister and I when we were close together
April
Green stabs of leaf shoot through the buds:
Tension
If it ticked to the tense of the spring of my heart,
Untitled
The dapper python rustles down
New Ties
Rooks in tall trees pulpited, in preachers' black,
Incident
on the grey edge
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