A straight rain is rare and doors have suspicions …
Lyn Hejinian
But isn’t midnight intermittent …
The water was rising, I got up on the bed …
I am writing now in preconceptions …
The spoons have clattered …
constant change figures …
Reason looks for Where I woke and was awake, in the …
Come October, it’s the lake not the border …
Home whose names are produced by motion …
The best words get said frequently—they are like fertile pips. …
Time is filled with beginners. You are right. Now …
Wake up, get married, be born …
Puddings don’t have lungs, melons don’t have riders …
A star screen shimmers under the moon over the urban center flashing on it red …
rush to which …
the bird carries its peck up the branch …
A name trimmed They are seated in the shadows …
To begin with, I am faced with mountains to circumambulate, since I can't cut …