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Another death poem
IN MEMORY OF THE RED ARMY CHOIR ( Read more... ) -
2016 ends
Bleakness and fall. What we hoped built is lost ( Read more... ) -
Another death poem...
LEIA/CARRIE ( Read more... ) -
It really is all getting to me
We choke on air that burns. The towers fall ( Read more... ) -
This is a metaphor
WEASEL ( Read more... ) -
I read a new translation of Rilke and suddenly saw how to do my own version
AFTER RILKE'S Archaic torso of Apollo We cannot guess its head god glaring gaze ( Read more... ) -
Melancholic poem
We do not choose our time. It flows around ( Read more... ) -
Thanksgiving poem
So much. Browned slightly black the crunch of toast ( Read more... ) -
Baba Yaga in Washington
BABA YAGA IN WASHINGTON ( Read more... ) -
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Wait for the sharpened axe, the silken rope ( Read more... )