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Insomnia

Losing A Preposition

In April, Boyd’s sister phoned from Los Angeles, where several years ago she had landed a leading part in a movie that flopped, was resurrected for a brief life on cable, and then disappeared. She kept auditioning for more movie parts but never got one.

Childfoot Visitation

Selected Poems

Lullaby

This Life, This Word Unsaid

Secret Power

A generation of men, wrote Homer, is like a generation of leaves.

The Nosebleed

When the children were small and woke with fear in the night, they came into our room and stood breathing quietly by the side of the bed, waiting. They never waited on Dan’s side, but always on mine.

Getting Out Of Bed

A single bed, a jail cell, a green sofa

Conversations In The Early Morning