Editorial
Morning, distracted
Personality
Vertical Time
Poem with a line from Antigone
coping mechanisms
Let’s not kid ourselves
Sham Dustbath
Deciduous
fields of gold
For the Lion in the Atrium of the British Museum
Wild Life
Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity.
Aftertaste
[love, it is a season of trances,]
Impossible
The Long Acoustics
Mist Fugue
Singer
Coda
Canary
Watching cricket with Gertrude Stein
Stepfather
Silent Retreat
words fail us
Lately all of my thoughts are about dying
Terminal Moraine
Send me
Welch’s Lot
Poem
