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A Dark Place

There was no sense in brushing off or any other civilized thing.

A Dream of Ease

I shoved them one by one, easy as pie yet with care, just shy of mercy.

A Father’s Story

Certainly the ushers who pass the baskets know me as a miser.

A Fragmented Diary in a Fragmented Time

We take our solace, in a time of malaise and mourning, in the close-at-hand.

A Good Woman Blues

You will be a broke blues man with only some story of how you were.

A Human History in the Wilderness

My grandfather committed my grandmother to a mental asylum.

A Matter of Appeal

Felicia knew why he was there. He was waiting. Waiting for her.

A Place Like This

I can see on him how things are changing for and against us.

A River of Stars

For all the stories they’d concocted, the real one electrified them.

A Trout in the Milk

How much simpler and more satisfying was the company of men.

A Vacuum Is a Space Entirely Devoid of Matter

I needed a paycheck a lot more than I needed to be kissed.

A Walkabout in Andrew Wyeth’s Painting and Other Poems

My bike, my skinny body, my pent breath was thrown to the grass.

A. Roolette? A. Roolette?

She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.

A. Roolette? A. Roolette?

She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.

Accumulation

When he was a child, my father had a cousin who was buried by a plow.

Across the Sea: A Sequence

The stones here carry the island’s low cry inside them. A landlocked grief.

Addendum and Other Poems

The animals are dying. All the beautiful women are dying too.

After Closing Up My Mother’s House and Other Poems

What if my mother could have been happy if I hadn’t been born?

After War

The author reflects on a soldier‘s experience, in just six words.

Afterlife

Mostly he was in a hurry, so he’d just stick it in and away we’d go.

Alderaan

The towns died as quickly as a single house, a house like ours, lit gold within.

All Color

We will use my entire bed and all my dishes, make dirty each chair.

All My Friends Are Sad & Bright

We’ve seen the news. We know the story. How even our bodies hurt us.

All My Pretty Ones

The hound, the leash, the fence, the hens. So many of them.

All Saints All Souls

This is the day when the saints all go silently to church in France.

All Saints’ Eve

Why did it take Steven’s small coffin to get me to see my own son?

All That Floats

Devanand Simon was twenty-five when the bodies fell from the sky.

All the Girls Are Fat in Heaven

When you are sixteen and sixty-five pounds, you are all shadows.

Alluvium

He longed only for Claire’s strange seriousness, her silent focus.

Alturas

I couldn’t love the tree in every soul shouldering its own tiny autumn.

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