Poles
Each has all things within itself
poetry
Section of Metamorphosis
...A Caterpillar
Untitled
Where are the lumberjacks who came from the woods for Christmas,
One of Them
The literati lounged and talked of art,
Death Of And Indian God
White strangers tell us Althcoutan is dead.
Shock
The world skidded, but I stood stock still,
The Cove
Along the bay edge of the empty cove
Forerunner
He clambered aboard the rocking boat while the waves
Lost Dimension
I from my myness
Jamie
When Jamie was sixteen,
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