I teach my friend, a fisherman gone blind, to cast …
Stanley Moss
Day is carved in marble, a man reclining, …
The Visconti put you on their flag: a snake …
When you said that you wanted to be useful …
I know something about godforsaken places. …
I sing this morning: Hello, hello. …
There are places for chaos on the page, …
There’s wondering, idle thoughts, …
The first thing I did against my will is see light. …
A single word firstlast deserves to be …
I said, “Nothing for the last time.” …
1. …
Today in Rome, heading down …
Good morning, electorate. …
I have not used my darkness well, …
In Canada, on a dark afternoon, …
The thing written is a sexual thing, …
The piano has crawled into the quarry. Hauled …
In fresh snow that fell on old snow …
You are Jehovah, and I am a wanderer. …