Ars Poetica for the Future

The Rapture came

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Are You?

If an expatriate is, as I believe, someone

The Girl Detective

            "'So, it’s come to that,' she said. 'You’re jealous of policemen.'"

Into Months

Once in the dark cold and water-table bliss

THIS IS PROBABLY THE END

Outside they’re yelling about the secret weapon.

Ca’Mea

             for John and David

What is it about the certainty of snow

that makes us feel human and mortal—

Manischewitz

Red wine, the cure for common sobriety—

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Midnight in Paris

Here in Paris the wind is dragging