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(Part 1 from) Truax Inimical

Don’t tread on you? Entity.

Spring Poem

Word’s best dot a golden apple/In the sand of skies, box in hand…

Untitled

They sound like the boots of pallbearers during a parade of /flag-draped coffins…

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The Brooklyn Rail

FEB 2006

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