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A piece of paper Which appeared to be blank But on which we see Writing had faded. “My first is of the Possessive of those Given to possession. And my last, the finality Of that proposition. In entirety I give That which in three worlds doth live. Ungainly in the two; In all, long-legged beauty,…

At this distance, from the other shore, looking across the river north and east, you just can’t tell what kind of trees they are, feathered in those ideal humid greens in a sort of flow toward the horizon and the ocean. In perspective they diminish to depletion, into the sunset’s haw and haze, as if…

With his two hands     covering his two eyes         he prays in the middle of the road over the clump of fur and bone     that was himself.         He looks like my old zayde in the synagogue     two decades ago         ashamed for his poverty. Comedian of the hard frost,     deft…

Antonia’s midwifed for centuries turning bloody breeches to the ripening light. Their heads wash up to the sun. Light’s trapped here, and the shore’s decor is silky and pink-veined. Trumpets, periwinkles, cockles, gorgeous mouths of pain. And babies roll deliciously on this packed-down beach. Once she ground her luminescent stones with herbs—charms for new pain….

Today you’re going to hike to the very end Of this steep valley, where the path rises And disappears beyond the waterfall Marked on the yellow sign you saw last night Before you went to sleep to dream of today. Now, as you yawn here on the balcony Of the chalet, you hear distant cowbells….

How Uncle Alvin tumbled from the hayloft, broke his neck. How once a one-armed hobo, a black man, split a half cord of stove wood for a plate of ham, green beans, and fried potatoes, which he ate, slowly, sitting on the grass in the shade of a doomed elm tree. Great-grandma stepped out on…