Lost Marsupials (The Marvels of Santa Rosa)
In the market they appear
Conn, Jan
Melodrama is Foreign to My Nature
How authentic are bunny ears
In the Dream Room of the Past
She's an archipelagonian. Work shifts.
Ankles Dipped in a Rising Tide
Alerted by nickel-encrusted skeletons
The Rainy Season
It is the red mud the perilous wooden bridges the parrots in pairs
Voice of Flowers
West of Manatus, past Coari, the flooded landscape
The Santa Casa
...And I am on the hospital terrace, painting Catasetum
The Marau River: A Lament
Who is it standing beside me in the ruined, charred forest,
Pico da Neblina
On the steep climb to the summit, the faces
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