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Bett, Talking
When I think of him, I remember the mirrors in his eyes, where anyone standing in front of him seemed to live.
Dec 30, 2025
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The Storied Cry (4)
walk it out of the room
Dec 27, 2025
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The Storied Cry (3)
thinking the cry
Dec 19, 2025
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Bruce Bromley
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The Storied Cry (2)
the ghost hovers above the table
Dec 13, 2025
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The Storied Cry (1)
the cry comes first
Dec 9, 2025
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November 2025
When the Fugitives Decide to Stay
That’s the job of consciousness, to turn Now into Always, to mistake what is for what was meant to be.
Nov 28, 2025
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Shake the Palsied Heart
On this late Sunday night, halfway through July, I listen to the wood thrush outside our kitchen window.
Nov 19, 2025
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Star-Taker
She’s on her way to my grandmother’s apartment door and listens to the elevator make that little breathing sound, that unsteady inhalation, as it…
Nov 13, 2025
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Out/In
As you remove your jacket in my off campus studio, I note your conservatory professorship in the Romantic composers; a converted barn in Ipswich; an…
Nov 6, 2025
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October 2025
Gnossienne for Lisa de Kooning
Over the last few nights, half-longing for sleep, I’ve seen Lisa as she was at 14, the two of us almost side by side, about to take the front steps of…
Oct 30, 2025
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Four Ways In
They were two 12 year old boys fighting sleep in an attic room, wondering when their balls would drop and why fathers were so strange.
Oct 23, 2025
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Hatch
Nearly halfway to 14 and I’ve slept with more men than my parents Pat and Steve would ever care to count.
Oct 19, 2025
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