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Star of Color Theory

I was a darling without even trying, kerchief and dungarees.

Still Life with a Seashell and Dr. Caligari

Oh brother, the eye of the needle is shaking the weather awake.

Street Haunting: A London Adventure

No one perhaps has ever felt passionately towards a pencil.

Suggesting

People talk this way who would prefer the earth parceled out in standard lots.

Summer Afternoon, He Said

Trysting lovers kissed while breezes fidgeted the leaves.

Summer Song

Wanderer moon smiling a faintly ironical smile at this summer morning—

Suspended

For the first two months of class, Toby did barely any writing at all.

Sweet Girl and Other Poems

A man jostles my stride to the street, no shoulder on which to move.

Take It on a Wing

Window widows we were once, like lonely oil spilled on sullied beaches.

Tapestry

In Ovid’s tale, the virgin Philomela was raped by her brother-in-law.

Teacher

If you are going to be my teacher, you will have to become a tiger.

Teshuvah

a clock struck again & again by a granite fist; us masked & rocking

Testament

It was comforting to see her suffer the way we suffer, hollowed out.

Thanks

we are saying thank you in doorways and in the backs of cars

That Ain’t Jazz

They drink hard liquor and growl about which musicians are hot.

The Accommodation

It was a Tuesday, so they made love. She thought it was a fair compromise.

The Apple Was a Northern Invention

Afterward, it was nature that was blind, and she who was wild.

The Arctic Variations

I have seen your ocean. I have heard your waves beside my bed.

The Arrogant Man

He grew a forest of candles and cried when it succumbed to wildfire.

The Atom Bowl

We didn’t give the order to drop the bomb. But thank God somebody did.

The Baby Survives

Raw, glistening—god’s design. Her newborn flesh-on-the-bone.

The Balkans at Rest

A photo essay on hope in the wake of the devastating Bosnian War.

The Bathroom Wall Says: Women

It comes as no surprise that everything is flying toward one point.

The Best of Death

“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”

The Birds

The blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches notate the dawn.

The Border, the Border

Struggling to find my budget hotel, my stress rose as the sun faded.

The Charms of Murder

These days murder is as common as love scenes were in the 1930s.

The Correspondence-School Instructor Says Goodbye to His Poetry Students

I have to say I am relieved it is over: at the end I could feel only pity.

The Crab

We buy a bag of cockles and three crabs, all female, sweet with egg.

The Curse of the Starving Class

Ambition and coincidence had led me to the Royal Theatre.