TOC: FALL '08
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A Poem for My Sister Christ Church Graveyard On the Canal Towpath Winter
Pages from Desolation: Souvenir children pretend to die & you were time aching at the speed of attention past tense, past time beaten into the eye earth speaks trees fate doesn't understand unreality's rare
“Sick of this American Kitsch”: Working with Sheila M. Sofian on Waving the Flag: Naropa Summer Writing Program Talk
Poems from The Pinking Sky Sleeping Brontosaurus Winter Expectant Heat Wave Photoelectric May Trust Looking West