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Poems on this website

Fixing It

Bird Calls

Empty

Requiem in Absentia

Cicadas

Jealous

Thoughts About Food in Haiku

Intensities of IV or Less

My Life as a Glacier

A Day in My Yard in Haiku

Posy

Echolocation

Normal

Toast

Wake-up Call

Why Vegetables Cry

Finding

In the Room I Share with Grandma

Things an Alarm Clock Doesn't Know






Previously published elsewhere

Time of the Long Shadows

What's Left

Primal Sleep

Playground on a Winter Night

Junior
(previously published in The Threepenny Review)
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