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In our dreams the picket lines/ were picket fences. In our dreams…
Outside of reading (or rereading) Oliver Twist, we don’t typically receive or intend the word “artful” positively.
Astronomers measure planetary eclipses…
my faith is/ stored in the/ wild domesticity of/ sunflowers aphids wives…
Darkness’s rivets weep white ink, hence the night…
“Blind as light”—three of the right words where wrong ones…
here is a rock/ or a line through a name…
In memory of Frank Kermode (1919–2010)
Adam Fitzgerald was my student at Arts High in New Jersey in 2001.
The pool is empty; no bathers stand nearby….
Translated from the Greek by Cecile Inglessis Margellos and Rika Lesser
Before you dashed with me through…
What will you do now…
When the evil army comes it is accompanied…
So much trouble/ floating in the air….
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