In My Room
In My Room I will go inside nowand keep going till I’ve found you.All the rooms are empty,someone’s moved or gone bankrupt,a friendly dust on the floorrust in the...
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paper letters
Paper Letterspaper letterslike polaroidsdevelopin the floatinglight of candlesmusic to stareat stars by word eases into oasesof hair tangled in weedsthe stamp of the...
Read MoreWINTER ROOM
Winter Room The chains of the swings hang still.The benches are covered in snow.High on a naked bough a crowLays down the law with beak and claw.I stare out the window...
Read MoreNorth Star Redux
I’m very excited to have published a poem, North Star in the Whiskey Tit Journal. The other work is terrific, and it’s great to appear alongside so much...
Read Morefor doris, with love!
POEM FOR DORIS APPELBAUM Doris Appelbaum went on strike.She had had enough and wouldn’t cookanother meal. We weren’t there for the food,not for her daughter...
Read Moreand then there were none
And Then There Were None When I was youngwe learned how the west was wonsinging the Ten Little Indians songone little two little three little Indiansand so on, each...
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THE MAN WHO CAN'T DIE
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GAHA: BABES OF THE ABYSS
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SPECIMEN TANK
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