King Square
Bright blades of sun clip out
poetry
How, now, do I look forward
How, now, do I look forward
Rococo game
A seven-pointed heaven sets the pace
Ultimate punishment
When the sudden silence fell
Fog-in-the-hollows
Skulking in the half-light,
Alter ego
The hieroglyphic written on his heart
Villanelle
Why do you kiss and hesitate,
Last days
When men had marred old tales with telling
August
The sun-blown roses fade
Mrs. Norwell
Each day became the image of the last,
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