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Published inILLUMINATIONOh, Holy Social Media: A Sonnet in VI PartsOh, Rectangle, oh!Feb 21, 2021Feb 21, 2021
Published inP.S. I Love YouLove Song for VuongAs if you could be a poet as well as the ocean. And if you —Feb 21, 20211Feb 21, 20211
Published inP.S. I Love YouMy Father Made ClocksWith his own hands. Astonishing, really— But I sometimes forget…Feb 21, 2021Feb 21, 2021
Canto for Frahms; IVAnd for each petal-blast, which felt like volcanos in a Japanese painting of spring, contrived, you told me, gelid:Feb 20, 2021Feb 20, 2021
Breonna’s RevengeAsleep, you dreamt of lives which you had saved. / In bed, had you locked the door and had the cat been fed?Feb 20, 2021Feb 20, 2021
Published inScribeMy Year of ResearchPerhaps it’s the year of research. And of laying down roots inside -Feb 19, 2021Feb 19, 2021
Published inILLUMINATIONIn PoughkeepsieWhere far-off men in rooms — Those red white and blue — Decide what we do.Feb 11, 2021Feb 11, 2021