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Midnight and now the full moon falls Down the other side of the sky. A north wind ravels skeins of snow Along the river frozen black. A dead spruce stands among the fir In snow here up to their green … Continue reading →

I can’t quite remember the rhythms Our pulses beat together at night. All I hear now is November rain, Thready and erratic in the eaves.

No one alive now remembers Rain on their skin in October Or how it varnished ochre larch. The slow rise and fall of water Moving with the moon over sand, The deep breaths of a pensive sea. The languid foreplay … Continue reading →

It’s September now and the rain, After the heat of the summer, has got The dead rattling above their graves. The rain and its weekend gyrations To hurricane winds left the dead swaying Under the white of a wall-eyed moon. … Continue reading →

Your father’s deaf as ever now And he still mumbles the same old stuff About bliss and sacrifice and debt and how This dust of stars is just his dandruff. His forehead is dry and creased now Above a nose … Continue reading →