A toolbox to support purgatory - Mary Jo Bang "A Equals All of a Sudden"
Bed was the highway that suited me - Mary Jo Bang "A Equals All of a Sudden"
Elements that made up the inevitable present - Mary Jo Bang "The Actual Occurences"
Some curated notion of now - Mary Jo Bang "The Actual Occurences"
A magnified photograph of a distant quasar - Mary Jo Bang "The Actual Occurences"
Wrists twined with a red thread of electricity - Mary Jo Bang "The Ana of Bliss"
Sudden summer of thunder - Mary Jo Bang "The Ana of Bliss"
Rational thought with an axe beating on the forest door - Mary Jo Bang "And As In Alice"
Receiving the silk drip of sleep - Mary Jo Bang "And No Signs Will Mark the Midpoint's Passing"
Hydrogen cooling in columns of ash - Mary Jo Bang "And No Signs Will Mark the Midpoint's Passing"
Hecate, a torch in each hand - Mary Jo Bang "& There He Kept Her, Very Well"
Thoughts washed against a reef - Mary Jo Bang "Anniversary"
An inner still life landscape - Mary Jo Bang "Anniversary"
Never stops knowing hunger - Mary Jo Bang "Apology for Want"
Survival lies in resistance - Mary Jo Bang "Apology for Want"
Grief and the mute universe - Mary Jo Bang "April Is Ending"
When distance is the fixed abyss - Mary Jo Bang "Ashes"
Tape snaking through a stealth machine - Mary Jo Bang "An Autopsy of an Era"
Shattered glass and a checkpoint - Mary Jo Bang "An Autopsy of an Era"
The broken sound of a puppet's voice - Mary Jo Bang "Awake, I Listened"
Under lock and key in the netherworld - Mary Jo Bang "Awake, I Listened"
The pinprick that resets the elements - Mary Jo Bang "A Ballet Based on the Number Three"
Dieted down to twelve hours of light - Mary Jo Bang "The Beauties of Nature"
Cushioned between two storms - Mary Jo Bang "The Beauties of Nature"
The potential for memory to err - Mary Jo Bang "Before the Absolute Perfection Dying Achieves"
As the dashboard races to a waiting disaster - Mary Jo Bang "Before the Absolute Perfection Dying Achieves"
The breeze hushing the birds - Mary Jo Bang "Before the Absolute Perfection Dying Achieves"
An unbroken line dividing outside from in - Mary Jo Bang "Before the Absolute Perfection Dying Achieves"
Small love effaced by a late disbelieving - Mary Jo Bang "Begin Here"
Small but audacious acts of theft - Mary Jo Bang "Behind this Passion"
Spiraled with lashes of laurel - Mary Jo Bang "Belle Vue"
Each petal a shower of instant truths - Mary Jo Bang "Belle Vue"
Incomplete labyrinth of finished thought - Mary Jo Bang "Beneath the Din"
This vault door's hollow closing crash - Mary Jo Bang "Beneath the Din"
Time burning back to liquid - Mary Jo Bang "The Blank of Reason Produces Blank: After Goya"
The winder of consequence - Mary Jo Bang "The Blank of Reason Produces Blank: After Goya"
No sepia set of nostalgic names - Mary Jo Bang "A Boy at Play Is an Actor in a Tragedy"
As if zero were already a viewpoint - Mary Jo Bang "The Bread, the Butter, the Orange Marmalade"
Grown from seeds of optimism - Mary Jo Bang "Cafe Edgar"
An iron claw and a new-made screw - Mary Jo Bang "A Calculation Based on Figures in a Scene"
Back and forth to a song of no mercy - Mary Jo Bang "A Calculation Based on Figures in a Scene"
Lambs joined with dolphins - Mary Jo Bang "Can the Individual Experience Tragic Consequences?"
Mice in the midst of things - Mary Jo Bang "Can the Individual Experience Tragic Consequences?"
The skeleton dreaming its body back - Mary Jo Bang "Captivity"
A mind that knows nothing of boundaries - Mary Jo Bang "Captivity"
The breathless life of a jar - Mary Jo Bang "Chicago"
A tractor skirting a green triangle - Mary Jo Bang "Children Were Erasing Their Faces"
An empire of trouble was sending sparks - Mary Jo Bang "Children Were Erasing Their Faces"
The jar in which I keep the day - Mary Jo Bang "The Circus Watcher"
To be seen by my pincushion eye - Mary Jo Bang "The Circus Watcher"
Fear pressed against stone - Mary Jo Bang "The Clairvoyant"
The other half of my divided self - Mary Jo Bang "Close Observation Especially of One Under Suspicion"
While a painting dries in a furnace fire - Mary Jo Bang "Complications of Morning"
Exchange glances with nothingness - Mary Jo Bang "Costumes Exchanging Glances"
A boulder is gravel to glaciers - Mary Jo Bang "The Cracked Jar Called Can it Be Taught"
Wedding of wished and fulfillment - Mary Jo Bang "The Cracked Jar Called Can it Be Taught"
A mouse hands back a wolf-totem - Mary Jo Bang "The Cracked Jar Called Can it Be Taught"
Sweet those inscrutable untruths - Mary Jo Bang "Crossed-Over, Fiend-Snitched, X-ed Out"
Another sip of nectar - Mary Jo Bang "Crossed-Over, Fiend-Snitched, X-ed Out"
The outrageous dawning of opinion - Mary Jo Bang "Crossed-Over, Fiend-Snitched, X-ed Out"
The neon highway to heaven - Mary Jo Bang "The Crowd Closes In"
The aluminum morning takes on more tension - Mary Jo Bang "The Cruel Wheel Turns Twice"
Razor thin minutes slot without stop - Mary Jo Bang "The Cruel Wheel Turns Twice"
Warm, sugar sweet, and wormwood bitter - Mary Jo Bang "Dark Smudged the Path Untrammeled"
Skylarks straining to locate a star - Mary Jo Bang "Dark Smudged the Path Untrammeled"
Song of a garden caught in a robin - Mary Jo Bang "Day Two of a New Bear"
Hunting snails in the irises - Mary Jo Bang "Day Two of a New Bear"
A demon has sewn your lips shut - Mary Jo Bang "The Dead of Winter"
Except as an empire of trouble - Mary Jo Bang "Death and Disappearance"
To the sinister side of din - Mary Jo Bang "Death and the Maiden"
Thrown on an empty mirror - Mary Jo Bang "The Diary of a Lost Girl"
A broken glass on the edge of boredom - Mary Jo Bang "The Disappearance of Amerika: After Kafka"
Living on the opposite side of non-existence - Mary Jo Bang "The Disappearance of Amerika: After Kafka"
She partnered with the harpies - Mary Jo Bang "The Disappearance of Amerika: After Kafka"
Doubled the tragedy of the irrevocable - Mary Jo Bang "The Disappearance of Amerika: After Kafka"
In a steel trap of tiny tomorrows - Mary Jo Bang "The Disappearance of Amerika: After Kafka"
From the spiral maze of outer space - Mary Jo Bang "The Doctor's Monster Is Drowning"
Impartial lightning strikes the water - Mary Jo Bang "The Doctor's Monster Is Drowning"
The cabinet of fossilized delights - Mary Jo Bang "The Dog Bark"
When a well-lit bamboo lattice expands - Mary Jo Bang "The Doll Song"
Ariadne in charge of a labyrinth - Mary Jo Bang "The Doll Song"
Watching the night creep up on the noon - Mary Jo Bang "Don't"
Dreamland kept getting larger - Mary Jo Bang "Don't"
She would traverse an eon - Mary Jo Bang "Don't"
Placed that notion on the Mobeius strip - Mary Jo Bang "Don't"
Dogs from doomsday's third circle - Mary Jo Bang "The Downstream Extremity of the Isle of Swans"
Breed a new brand of silence - Mary Jo Bang "The Downstream Extremity of the Isle of Swans"
Attenuates the hour of late gray - Mary Jo Bang "The Downstream Extremity of the Isle of Swans"
Measuring an immense span of glass - Mary Jo Bang "The Downstream Extremity of the Isle of Swans"
Tasting the burnt sun, the black sea - Mary Jo Bang "The Downstream Extremity of the Isle of Swans"
Knife to the narrative root - Mary Jo Bang "Dwelling in Our Time"
The ink from an open orbit - Mary Jo Bang "Dwelling in Our Time"
With a velvet curtain over your eyes - Mary Jo Bang "Dwelling in Our Time"
This ruefully apocalyptic drama - Mary Jo Bang "E Is Everywhere"
Thrust into the Darwinian claw - Mary Jo Bang "E Is Everywhere"
Bound in advance by the story line - Mary Jo Bang "The Earthquake in this Case Was"
The longing for what can destroy us - Mary Jo Bang "The Earthquake in this Case Was"
Dripping onto a broken stone floor - Mary Jo Bang "The Echo"
Denting the sun's liquid disk - Mary Jo Bang "Eclipsed"
Took their shadows and went - Mary Jo Bang "Eclipsed"
That unbridled edge of anarchy - Mary Jo Bang "Electra Dreams"
After the facts are condensed - Mary Jo Bang "The Electric Eventual"
Except to see sheep in the fog - Mary Jo Bang "The Electric Eventual"
Day shutting its windows - Mary Jo Bang "The Electric Eventual"
Death with a name on a bracelet - Mary Jo Bang "The Electric Eventual"
In the netherworld of objects - Mary Jo Bang "Elegy"
Disappearing into knotgrass and bindweed - Mary Jo Bang "Elegy"
Night shuts the door of the train - Mary Jo Bang "Elegy for Two"
The single sad ribbon of later - Mary Jo Bang "The Elements of Style"
Walking a panther seaside - Mary Jo Bang "Etched, Tetched, Touched"
Tigers hidden in treetops - Mary Jo Bang "Etched, Tetched, Touched"
Leopards masking the faces of mountains - Mary Jo Bang "Etched, Tetched, Touched"
Irresistible silence on the edge of a ruin - Mary Jo Bang "Etched, Tetched, Touched"
The night obscures its losses - Mary Jo Bang "Everything that Was Is Now Owned"
Looking down at the nothing that's left - Mary Jo Bang "Everything that Was Is Now Owned"
The wilderness of evidence - Mary Jo Bang "Evidence"
Granting ceremony to the moment - Mary Jo Bang "Evidence"
The best gods of the boggled mind - Mary Jo Bang "The Experience of Being Outside"
Elements in common with cameras - Mary Jo Bang "Explain the Brain"
Darwin dreams of orchids - Mary Jo Bang "The Expression of Emotions"
Mice bred for insomnia - Mary Jo Bang "The Fable of a Fabric Woven with Resistance"
A treasure trove of purple lilacs - Mary Jo Bang "The Fable of a Fabric Woven with Resistance"
Slender shards of aloe escaping - Mary Jo Bang "The Fall"
The gun on the wall never fired - Mary Jo Bang "The Fall"
Bright night of distance - Mary Jo Bang "The Fall"
A torn-bread awkwardness - Mary Jo Bang "February Elegy"
A litter of mimics about to make a killing - Mary Jo Bang "Filming the Doomsday Clock"
Anything to fill the vacuum of time - Mary Jo Bang "Filming the Doomsday Clock"
Revisions to the Napoleon machine - Mary Jo Bang "For the Final Report"
Thinking a mirror appears to do - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"
Both sides of Apollo will look down on us - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"
The concrete sky insists on rain - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"
Staring straight at the thinking reeds - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"
Sleeping in a state of detachment - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"
Snowplow pushes time across the prairie - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"
A map of forrows and folds - Mary Jo Bang "Four Boxes of Everything"
Looking into a box of scattered catastrophes - Mary Jo Bang "Fragment of a Bride"
Distorting all rightful sense of space - Mary Jo Bang "From a New Place"
When you let go of a debt - Mary Jo Bang "From the Edge"
Your own tragic edge of a rug - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"
Awareness of thought as desire - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"
A surgeon to my own demise - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"
A beige wool loathing of prudence - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"
A window onto aphasia - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"
The crosshairs of a hidden life - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"
A transfiguration of the idea of time - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"
Rats in the ashes - Mary Jo Bang "G Is Going"
The offspring of reality and illusion - Mary Jo Bang "The Game of Roles"
Your mind is a twice shattered lightbulb - Mary Jo Bang "The Game of Roles"
Something for the mercurial stomach - Mary Jo Bang "Ghost and Grays"
Playing cards with machine guns - Mary Jo Bang "Ghost and Grays"
The flutter of the taut rope about to break - Mary Jo Bang "Girls Dress Well to Stave Off Chaos"
Sweet Finesse and her cold friend, Necessity - Mary Jo Bang "Girls Dress Well to Stave Off Chaos"
Two stops apart on a tightwired continuum - Mary Jo Bang "Girls Dress Well to Stave Off Chaos"
The sharp bite of the bad apple - Mary Jo Bang "Given to Believe"
A mirror with a feather motif - Mary Jo Bang "Given to Believe"
Under the dying grass moon - Mary Jo Bang "Given to Believe"
Tied with twine of invisible hue - Mary Jo Bang "Given to Believe"
Under satellite and sinew of wire - Mary Jo Bang "A Goddess Shakes Spring Awake"
Realization is a real formula for reluctance - Mary Jo Bang "Goodbye Is Another Word for Not"
A lemon rim around a rectangle - Mary Jo Bang "Goodbye Is Another Word for Not"
A bonfire of burnt-orange - Mary Jo Bang "Goodbye Is Another Word for Not"
The bonfire of exquisite trees - Mary Jo Bang "Goodbye Is Another Word for Not"
Lying on the edge of nothing - Mary Jo Bang "Goodbye Is Another Word for Not"
The splintered ends of what went before - Mary Jo Bang "Green Earth"
Bare in a mist-mad forest - Mary Jo Bang "Gretel"
Blowing raw sky and storm scream - Mary Jo Bang "Gretel"
Silence itself is strategy - Mary Jo Bang "Gretel"
To grasp with wet hands - Mary Jo Bang "Gretel"
The highest ideal of unwelcome - Mary Jo Bang "Ham Paints a Picture to Illustrate an Early Lesson: O Trauma!"
Air ripe with arrested intention - Mary Jo Bang "Ham Paints a Picture to Illustrate an Early Lesson: O Trauma!"
Unforgiven for the lapse - Mary Jo Bang "Ham Paints a Picture to Illustrate an Early Lesson: O Trauma!"
To hide the zoo of my petty vices - Mary Jo Bang "Hanging the Curtain"
A watch that kept adding up the hours - Mary Jo Bang "Hanging the Curtain"
The vapor fringe where three theorems meet - Mary Jo Bang "The Harbor"
Stay suspended in ether's abiding - Mary Jo Bang "The Harbor"
Windows all masquerading as insect eyes - Mary Jo Bang "Having Both the Present and Future in Mind"
To a man in the midst of dissolving - Mary Jo Bang "Having Both the Present and Future in Mind"
Outraced the latest hour of midnight - Mary Jo Bang "The Head of a Dancer"
Minor quibbles a clock will iron smooth - Mary Jo Bang "Head-Heavy on its Snakestalk, the Tulip"
The lot with an abyss at the edge - Mary Jo Bang "Heartbreaking"
Imagination caught in the door latch - Mary Jo Bang "Heartbreaking"
A train that stops for nothing - Mary Jo Bang "Hell"
A murder of craven angels - Mary Jo Bang "Hell"
Recedes into the art of adoration - Mary Jo Bang "Her in the Eye of a Hurricane"
Aligned and fixed like the stars overhead - Mary Jo Bang "Here We All Are With Daphne"
The laughter of a cosmic joke - Mary Jo Bang "Here We All Are With Daphne"
Of time at the edge of a landscape - Mary Jo Bang "Here's What the Mapmaker Knows"
An empire of uncommon horror - Mary Jo Bang "Here's What the Mapmaker Knows"
Mica embedded in a mattress of slate - Mary Jo Bang "Hotel Incognito"
A song for all reasons - Mary Jo Bang "A Hurricranium, He Said"
Me breathing in the translation - Mary Jo Bang "I Am Already This Far"
Light at the end of a harrowed day - Mary Jo Bang "I as in Justice"
An immense power in uncertainty - Mary Jo Bang "I as in Justice"
Deep in the silt of a mythic mountain - Mary Jo Bang "I Could Have Been Better"
Some elusive bog-buried Lucy - Mary Jo Bang "I Could Have Been Better"
Where Sisyphus opened his red leather diary - Mary Jo Bang "I Could Have Been Better"
Across the sand dune of history - Mary Jo Bang "I in a War"
A single dream trope for doubling - Mary Jo Bang "I Was Dreaming"
As an ongoing address to emptiness - Mary Jo Bang "The Icon in the Hands of the Enemy"
Of ships crossing at right angles - Mary Jo Bang "If Wishes Were Horses"
The chrome skin of a girl behind glass - Mary Jo Bang "If Wishes Were Horses"
Cousin to simple persistence - Mary Jo Bang "If Wishes Were Horses"
The clatter of knives and twice broken glass - Mary Jo Bang "In November We Inched Closer"
Cabins on either side of an hour - Mary Jo Bang "In November We Inched Closer"
Music of forest storm and sea spray - Mary Jo Bang "In Order Not to Be Eten nor All to Torne"
To begin again at zero - Mary Jo Bang "In St. John's Hospital"
One hundred and eighteen miniatures - Mary Jo Bang "In the Book of All That's Befallen"
With five fish in a fountain - Mary Jo Bang "In the Book of All That's Befallen"
A forest of fruit taking root - Mary Jo Bang "In the Book of All That's Befallen"
Repetition with a twist of sediment - Mary Jo Bang "In the Book of All That's Befallen"
Stars marvel in a heaven of now - Mary Jo Bang "In the Garden Behind the Master's House"
Cormorants on pitched roofs - Mary Jo Bang "In the Present and Probable Future"
Against the brilliance of the last act - Mary Jo Bang "In the Present and Probable Future"
The moon as an outburst of lyric - Mary Jo Bang "In the Present and Probable Future"
Cat's whiskers to the east - Mary Jo Bang "In the Quieter Aftermath"
The mice play their games of croquet - Mary Jo Bang "In the Quieter Aftermath"
On top of the utopian arc - Mary Jo Bang "In the Street"
A sum of rigid limits - Mary Jo Bang "In this Business of Touch and Be Touched"
A banner the wind holds up - Mary Jo Bang "In This One World"
After the hurricane came through - Mary Jo Bang "In This One World"
Vines intertwined between minutes - Mary Jo Bang "Inconsequent Moment"
Onyx dreams of ships in fog - Mary Jo Bang "Inconsequent Moment"
An undaunted love of lightning and live wire - Mary Jo Bang "Inconsequent Moment"
A handful of murmur and stir - Mary Jo Bang "An Individual Equinox Suitable for Framing"
A rhythmic geometry troubles the horizon - Mary Jo Bang "An Individual Equinox Suitable for Framing"
To accommodate departure in segments - Mary Jo Bang "An Individual Equinox Suitable for Framing"
Irises edging a back wall - Mary Jo Bang "An Individual Equinox Suitable for Framing"
Day collapsing into equal night - Mary Jo Bang "An Individual Equinox Suitable for Framing"
A tabletop scattered with ruins - Mary Jo Bang "Interrupted Briefly by a Borrowed Phrase, the Scene Proceeds"
Seeds of spent summer - Mary Jo Bang "Interrupted Briefly by a Borrowed Phrase, the Scene Proceeds"
Where weather was the only change - Mary Jo Bang "Intractable, and Irreversible"
I talk but always to a mirror - Mary Jo Bang "Intractable, and Irreversible"
The barren beige of dirt reduced to dust - Mary Jo Bang "It Says, I Did So"
Running up a further lifetime of debt - Mary Jo Bang "The Key"
A false wall that holds nothing back - Mary Jo Bang "The Last Two Seconds"
A rusted absence extending back in time - Mary Jo Bang "The Last Two Seconds"
Where a line turned into a mountain - Mary Jo Bang "The Last Two Seconds"
Light furrowed the future - Mary Jo Bang "The Last Two Seconds"
A convincing conspiracy of one - Mary Jo Bang "The Last Two Seconds"
Teaching time to the clock - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Go Back"
The chill hand of January - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Go Back"
Alive but robbed of suspense - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Say Yes: 1. Scene After Scene"
Midnight boundaries lost - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Say Yes: 1. Scene After Scene"
A veil on red music - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Say Yes: 3. The Nerve Fibers"
In the glow of dogs barking - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Say Yes: 5. Opened and Shut"
Looking at the map of her hands - Mary Jo Bang "Let's Say Yes: 5. Opened and Shut"
The edge of that insane remembering - Mary Jo Bang "Like Someone Asleep in a Cinema"
To the door of new depths - Mary Jo Bang "Louise"
In the moment that ended an eon ago - Mary Jo Bang "Louise"
Finally a gown of ambiguity - Mary Jo Bang "Louise Sighs, Such a Long Winter, This"
How deeply drugged on daily sorrows - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"
Myself at the Age of When - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"
Dusted the anteroom with alibi gray - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"
Sobbing knife turn in the neck of grief - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"
The dim reaches of a watchdog's yawn - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"
Perplexing breezes bleeding through - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"
Passion a snare to hope - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"
The Moon embalmed in Egypt - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"
Gloating above the sphinx - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"
Slashed through but not canceled - Mary Jo Bang "Lydia's Suite: One without Has Two or Three Within"
Driving out of a nine-circle hell - Mary Jo Bang "Magic Makes Everything Right"
Through the cosmos and the axe in the back - Mary Jo Bang "Magic Makes Everything Right"
An unbroken overlay of dust motes - Mary Jo Bang "A Man Mentioned in an Essay"
Until the latch at the end of the day - Mary Jo Bang "A Man Mentioned in an Essay"
Waiting fate takes the form of Ariadne - Mary Jo Bang "Mask Photo"
Whispers at the mouth of the maze - Mary Jo Bang "Mask Photo"
Suspended like a lifelong doubt - Mary Jo Bang "Mask Photo"
And live the waiting life - Mary Jo Bang "Masquerade: After Beckmann"
Looking at a watch that says now - Mary Jo Bang "Masquerade: After Beckmann"
My mother's zigzag pattern of static - Mary Jo Bang "Me, a Chronicle"
Their own secret inflection of want - Mary Jo Bang "The Medicinal Cotton Clouds Come Down to Cover Them"
The broidered hue of illusion - Mary Jo Bang "The Medicinal Cotton Clouds Come Down to Cover Them"
Idea drunk in the elegant gloom - Mary Jo Bang "The Medicinal Cotton Clouds Come Down to Cover Them"
Becoming infinite abyss extended to wish - Mary Jo Bang "The Medicinal Cotton Clouds Come Down to Cover Them"
A turned cup over barbed wire and heart break - Mary Jo Bang "Metaphor as Symptom of Reason's Despair"
In that diminished instance - Mary Jo Bang "A Miniature"
Married to the risk of fossilization - Mary Jo Bang "The Mirror"
Granite with blood in its veins - Mary Jo Bang "The Mirror"
Looking back at an avalanche of glass - Mary Jo Bang "The Mirror"
The diamond-point engraving done by air - Mary Jo Bang "Mistress Mary, Quite"
A porcelain nun behind a wrought iron gate - Mary Jo Bang "Mistress Mary, Quite"
The job of resisting the sweep of time - Mary Jo Bang "Mistress Mary, Quite"
The economy of a compass - Mary Jo Bang "A Model of a Machine"
Blended into an incendiary whole - Mary Jo Bang "N as in Nevermore"
In shell-game catastrophe - Mary Jo Bang "N as in Nevermore"
An electric rabbit hidden inside - Mary Jo Bang "News of the Day"
The street with its zebra crossing - Mary Jo Bang "Night After Night"
Fixed to the list of her eye - Mary Jo Bang "Night Falling Fast"
The springless January of his beginning to be gone - Mary Jo Bang "No Exit"
Passing through a furious fire called time - Mary Jo Bang "No More"
Across a lacerating lapse in time - Mary Jo Bang "No More"
Blunted tapestry of black and blacker - Mary Jo Bang "No Talking"
All other routes are sown with burdock - Mary Jo Bang "Nonesuch"
The quick lens shifts to a fragmenting figure - Mary Jo Bang "Nothing Compares to Daphne in Green"
A knife draws a line between heaven and earth - Mary Jo Bang "Nothing Compares to Daphne in Green"
Romance only takes us so far - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"
Turning the leaves into teas - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"
On the lake at the back of my mind - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"
As the crab does the cuttlefish - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"
Quibbled each morning with gravity's persuasion - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"
Respected the pause between lightning and skybreak - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"
A door with its solid assertion - Mary Jo Bang "The Novel in Three Chapters"
The needle-broom of all her mindless errors - Mary Jo Bang "Now"
Making a strudel of bluebirds - Mary Jo Bang "The Numbers"
A solution to the seven deadly sins - Mary Jo Bang "The Numbers"
Begins with the sound of a cat - Mary Jo Bang "O Means the Mouth"
Build a backdrop of the faceless - Mary Jo Bang "O Means the Mouth"
The meek hand on a banister - Mary Jo Bang "Oh, Dear, What Can the Matter Be"
But today was a turncoat - Mary Jo Bang "Oh, Dear, What Can the Matter Be"
With night as a needle - Mary Jo Bang "On the Balcony of the Building"
All the boats on the horizon - Mary Jo Bang "On the Nature of Hardwiring"
Engaged in the task of humming along - Mary Jo Bang "On the Nature of Hardwiring"
The signals sent on the cellular level - Mary Jo Bang "On the Nature of Hardwiring"
Knew my altered perception must be accurate - Mary Jo Bang "On the Nature of Hardwiring"
Found a way to go to the bottom of the world - Mary Jo Bang "On the Nature of Hardwiring"
Asking is an act of harmony - Mary Jo Bang "On the Subject of Conjuring"
The girl with the ruby tattoo - Mary Jo Bang "On to the Onslaught: A Little Millennial Dirge"
Defining what yes meant - Mary Jo Bang "Once Upon a Time"
The jigsaw-interlock of sand grains - Mary Jo Bang "Once Upon a Time"
The deaths past and present in ashes - Mary Jo Bang "Once Upon a Time"
The lulling sentiment of forward motion - Mary Jo Bang "One Could Say the Train Is Resting"
With the economy of an index card - Mary Jo Bang "One Could Say the Train Is Resting"
A perfect edge and a battling edge are battling - Mary Jo Bang "One Could Say the Train Is Resting"
To imagine my upcoming absence - Mary Jo Bang "One Glass Negative"
A building's collection of angles - Mary Jo Bang "One Photograph of a Rooftop"
Radio signals run through rain - Mary Jo Bang "One Photograph of a Rooftop"
With a silent heart's potential - Mary Jo Bang "One Thing"
Getting into a bed of flowers - Mary Jo Bang "The Opening"
A moment's orphan in the afterdark - Mary Jo Bang "The Opening"
The funnel cloud on the horizon - Mary Jo Bang "The Oracle"
Merely by listening to echoes - Mary Jo Bang "The Oracle"
An obsessive attention to dreams - Mary Jo Bang "The Oracle"
Repair the mountain again - Mary Jo Bang "The Oracle"
War on the hinge of a second - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
Attached to an observer - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
The relationship of experience to sight - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
Each axis dead-ending - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
Skinned the surface of cinders - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
Beauty protecting against summer scorch - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
The velvet howl of a holding leech - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
A vial half-full of harsh perfume - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
Early fall wrapped in a shawl - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
No linearity in a flood - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
The geometric outline a pentimento - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
Accepted by the empty hour - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
Bread fills a cup - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
The hunger to be held in a box - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
Time holding its own drape - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
Now disavowed of illusions - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
Prophet of the keeping quiet - Mary Jo Bang "Origin of the Impulse to Speak"
Watch the chiaroscuro movie of my mind - Mary Jo Bang "Our Evening Is Over Us"
Living with the ruin we were given - Mary Jo Bang "Our Evening Is Over Us"
An anchor tattoo in amber - Mary Jo Bang "Outnumbered at O"
Inside of a cardboard horse - Mary Jo Bang "Outnumbered at O"
Negotiate the question of the space between - Mary Jo Bang "P Equals Pie"
On his way to a donkey-headed nowhere - Mary Jo Bang "P Equals Pie"
Backbite of bicker and rant - Mary Jo Bang "Packing the Heart"
Lashed by an onslaught of echoes - Mary Jo Bang "Part of a Larger Picture"
The acetate tears of a flickering film - Mary Jo Bang "Part of a Larger Picture"
Time will weight her equal to gravel - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"
Speak with tasseled exactitude - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"
In the maze of two million moments - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"
Radical in the dark room - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"
Metal filings filled the hour - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"
The manhandled grammar of nature - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"
With the draught of an icy decline - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"
A litany of limited metaphors - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"
Snow birds and sooty herons caught - Mary Jo Bang "Pear and O, an Opera"
Somewhere past the point of fading - Mary Jo Bang "The Perpetual Night She Went Into"
Monday's tower of wooden blocks - Mary Jo Bang "The Perpetual Night She Went Into"
Heretics believe there is a forest - Mary Jo Bang "Pilgrimage"
Embrace a witch who smells of ginger - Mary Jo Bang "Pilgrimage"
Who smells of ginger and cinders - Mary Jo Bang "Pilgrimage"
Trailing a burst of fireworks - Mary Jo Bang "Pilgrimage"
The castle and the riverward rat - Mary Jo Bang "A Place"
This little bit of Lethe water - Mary Jo Bang "A Place"
Facing a sea full of glowworms - Mary Jo Bang "Poem"
The sparse marginalia of a scroll - Mary Jo Bang "Poem"
The inexact value of an empire of ether - Mary Jo Bang "Portrait in the Form of Ephemera"
As if evolution is embodied in absence - Mary Jo Bang "Portrait in the Form of Ephemera"
In the idea of atmosphere - Mary Jo Bang "Portrait in the Form of Ephemera"
Rooting in a nexus of needles - Mary Jo Bang "A Portrait of Love"
Pinched face mirrored in a latent puddle - Mary Jo Bang "A Portrait of Love"
What does Narcissus see in that little disk? - Mary Jo Bang "A Portrait of Love"
Looking for a fake mirror - Mary Jo Bang "Practice for Being Empty"
A record of a permanent closed door - Mary Jo Bang "Provisional Doubt as an Architectural Space"
Disappearing like some relentless nothing - Mary Jo Bang "Provisional Doubt as an Architectural Space"
Of danger that came from caution - Mary Jo Bang "Q Is for the Quick"
Action in the form of a rabbit - Mary Jo Bang "R Equals the Royal Road to Reality"
Walked on the edge of an apology - Mary Jo Bang "Raptured"
Ascension into a patient brilliance - Mary Jo Bang "Raptured"
Time stops in a tea shop - Mary Jo Bang "The Raven Feeds Reynard"
The labyrinth door swings two ways - Mary Jo Bang "The Raven Feeds Reynard"
Every peril paired with its opposite - Mary Jo Bang "The Raven Feeds Reynard"
Ocean's teapot of eroding waves - Mary Jo Bang "Real Time"
The cleansing that closes winter - Mary Jo Bang "Reign of Unreason"
Stranding me between heaven and earth - Mary Jo Bang "Reign of Unreason"
The frayed edge of the dance floor - Mary Jo Bang "Reminds Me Ramona"
Where 'zero' stands for the treason of warmth - Mary Jo Bang "Renunciation of Dream and Such"
One for comfort and twice for fear - Mary Jo Bang "Ritual Gestures"
Voltaire knocks at his daughter's window - Mary Jo Bang "Ritual Gestures"
The case for asymmetry - Mary Jo Bang "River Up, Rising"
The carpet of repeating elements - Mary Jo Bang "River Up, Rising"
To put a death-mask on tragedy - Mary Jo Bang "The Role of Elegy"
The cabinet of genuine particulars - Mary Jo Bang "The Role of Elegy"
This or that arch of the empire - Mary Jo Bang "A Room in Cleopatra's Palace"
Palm trees pinned against a wall - Mary Jo Bang "A Room in Cleopatra's Palace"
Unseen but assumed - Mary Jo Bang "A Room in Cleopatra's Palace"
A room that tilts inward - Mary Jo Bang "A Room in Cleopatra's Palace"
The unsaid becoming a picture - Mary Jo Bang "Rude Mechanicals"
Otherwise covered with tin men - Mary Jo Bang "Rude Mechanicals"
Nod our collective and singular head - Mary Jo Bang "S Is for Strategies for Making Sense of Spectacles"
Of protest on the grounds of the quarrel - Mary Jo Bang "S Is for Strategies for Making Sense of Spectacles"
How quickly oil moves to aluminum - Mary Jo Bang "S Is for Strategies for Making Sense of Spectacles"
Include the art of accusation - Mary Jo Bang "S Is for Strategies for Making Sense of Spectacles"
Honor the percentage of failure - Mary Jo Bang "S Is for Strategies for Making Sense of Spectacles"
Boredom leaves crumbs on the table - Mary Jo Bang "The School of Knowledge"
Locked between two rows of metal teeth - Mary Jo Bang "The School of Knowledge"
Railroad tracks and hobo jungle - Mary Jo Bang "A Screen Door Slams"
An indifferent lighthouse that sweeps the horizon - Mary Jo Bang "Self-Portrait in the Bathroom Mirror"
A steel maze inside - Mary Jo Bang "Self-Portrait in the Bathroom Mirror"
The demon of the art of living - Mary Jo Bang "September 18"
Hide in the architecture of the event - Mary Jo Bang "September 18"
The spectral and eternal aspect of the moment - Mary Jo Bang "September 18"
To vivisect the ear's dear pleasure - Mary Jo Bang "She Couldn't Sing At All, At All"
Spinning in the hope current - Mary Jo Bang "She Couldn't Sing At All, At All"
Into love's sweet looking glass - Mary Jo Bang "She Loved Falling"
No language unique to time - Mary Jo Bang "She Remembers His Hat"
The syntax of inaction - Mary Jo Bang "She Remembers His Hat"
The syntax of deliberate action - Mary Jo Bang "She Remembers His Hat"
In the theater of the skull - Mary Jo Bang "She Remembers His Hat"
Tuesday, the oracle of stone - Mary Jo Bang "Slow Dancer"
Learned echoes from emptiness - Mary Jo Bang "Slow Dancer"
Forever inside the revelving universe - Mary Jo Bang "Sometimes I Come To and Wonder"
With its blight of glass bulbs - Mary Jo Bang "A Sonata for Four Hands"
Until the doom door opens - Mary Jo Bang "A Sonata for Four Hands"
A member of the fiasco survivor's club - Mary Jo Bang "A Sonata for Four Hands, II"
A drawing of an all-night sky - Mary Jo Bang "Speaking of the Future, Hamlet"
Let the string be knotted on its linear axis - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"
The machinery hum of a pheasant flutter - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"
Galled by the gift of a clock - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"
Using only a cup of water - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"
Frequent division, occasional subtraction - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"
One fragment kissed another - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"
That omission can be cruel - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"
Used to connote a blank space - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"
No abominable chalkboard emanation - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"
Let fragments hold a space - Mary Jo Bang "Speech Is Designed to Persuade"
Breathless in the remnant of a fire - Mary Jo Bang "The Star's Whole Secret"
Silence kept sounding its silver bell - Mary Jo Bang "Staying Is a Form of Haunting"
A tree trunk formed from a handful of ashes - Mary Jo Bang "Still as in a Still After Still"
Time was a brushfire burning - Mary Jo Bang "The Still Knife Still Suspended"
The tailor's eye which knows by sight - Mary Jo Bang "Still Life with Glasses"
Over a long-night chrysanthemum sun - Mary Jo Bang "Still Life with Glasses"
Lock the box with the key inside - Mary Jo Bang "The Storm We Call Progress"
A brother grown bigger by another name - Mary Jo Bang "The Storm We Call Progress"
Out onto the end of looking - Mary Jo Bang "The Story of Small Cars"
A system of seeing through slats - Mary Jo Bang "Sure, It's a Little Game. You, Me, Our Minds"
Raising a ruckus of dust - Mary Jo Bang "Sure, It's a Little Game. You, Me, Our Minds"
The symphony of scalpels silenced - Mary Jo Bang "Sure, It's a Little Game. You, Me, Our Minds"
Exiting a cracked glass - Mary Jo Bang "T Equals Time to be Tamed"
Made from the hinge of day - Mary Jo Bang "T Equals Time to be Tamed"
Through the shield of the window - Mary Jo Bang "T Equals Time to be Tamed"
A tin man walking a dog - Mary Jo Bang "T Equals Time to be Tamed"
The artichoke watches the train - Mary Jo Bang "T Equals Time to be Tamed"
Unlike the logic of the lamp - Mary Jo Bang "They Were That and Then"
How the sea keeps beating up the boardwalk - Mary Jo Bang "Think of Jane and the Regency Era"
An ocean of grief pressed into ovals - Mary Jo Bang "This Morning"
The deepest charcoal residue of a forest burned - Mary Jo Bang "This Morning"
In the trunk of a hollowed year - Mary Jo Bang "This Supposed Alchemy"
Veil after unlifted veil - Mary Jo Bang "This Supposed Alchemy"
Foot drag and dream - Mary Jo Bang "This Supposed Alchemy"
Appeasement turned bitter - Mary Jo Bang "This Supposed Alchemy"
A birthright eschewed - Mary Jo Bang "This Supposed Alchemy"
While a bent hook holds back the last - Mary Jo Bang "Three Trees"
Caprice and a cocktail shaker - Mary Jo Bang "Time Speeds, Said Louise, When a Fever Rises"
Sewn tighter than truth - Mary Jo Bang "Time Speeds, Said Louise, When a Fever Rises"
A fork in the shadow of a cup - Mary Jo Bang "Time Speeds, Said Louise, When a Fever Rises"
A toy dog left on a rowboat adrift - Mary Jo Bang "Today You're the Still Photographer"
And grind that shell into glass dust - Mary Jo Bang "Tomb in Three Parts"
The infinite duplicity of a suffocating blanket - Mary Jo Bang "Tomb in Three Parts"
In response to an imploding code - Mary Jo Bang "Too Late, Louise Said, Means"
Light unhinges air from rock - Mary Jo Bang "A Tour of the March Equinox"
A comet bobs in blue blankness - Mary Jo Bang "A Tour of the March Equinox"
Misaligned marbles worthy of Elgin - Mary Jo Bang "A Tour of the March Equinox"
What tragedy was always trying to teach - Mary Jo Bang "Tragedy"
Tunnel under an avalanche - Mary Jo Bang "The Transformation Anxiety Dream"
The stairs inside the tripling device - Mary Jo Bang "The Transformation Anxiety Dream"
A cloud on its way to becoming amnesia - Mary Jo Bang "The Transformation Anxiety Dream"
On the fluttering edge of oblivion - Mary Jo Bang "The Trip"
As thinking reaches its dwindling end - Mary Jo Bang "The Trip"
Will later make the illusion seem cruel - Mary Jo Bang "The Trip"
Stark against the light box of servitude - Mary Jo Bang "U Is for United"
My x-ray heart - Mary Jo Bang "U Is for United"
A mouthful of nail heads - Mary Jo Bang "U Is for United"
Our thoughts imprisoned by the image - Mary Jo Bang "U Is for United"
A short-term loan of agate - Mary Jo Bang "U Is for United"
To build a house against thunder and thirst - Mary Jo Bang "U Is for United"
When Tragedy has agency - Mary Jo Bang "Unknown and Unknowable"
Who waits for never to happen - Mary Jo Bang "Untitled"
Every outline is a cage - Mary Jo Bang "Untitled"
The tormented arithmetic of one minus one - Mary Jo Bang "Utopian Longing Becomes More Absurd"
A domino sequence of nothing - Mary Jo Bang "Utopian Longing Becomes More Absurd"
The low lit ceiling of night - Mary Jo Bang "Visiting"
A dream of walking shoeless - Mary Jo Bang "Visiting"
The snake wrapped around a rusted tree - Mary Jo Bang "W Is for Whatever"
A camera turned on a mirror - Mary Jo Bang "The Wake Was a Line and We Watched"
The jagged glass reforming into a narrative - Mary Jo Bang "The Wake Was a Line and We Watched"
The atmospheric furnace of despair - Mary Jo Bang "The Wallpaper behind the Day"
A ball that rolls down a timeless hill - Mary Jo Bang "The Wallpaper behind the Day"
References to the serpentine after - Mary Jo Bang "We Took Our Places"
Undermining the roots of To Be - Mary Jo Bang "We Took Our Places"
Staring at the open-mouthed stars - Mary Jo Bang "We Took Our Places"
An arrow in the heart of forever - Mary Jo Bang "What If"
The axe wrapped in tree roots - Mary Jo Bang "What Is a Mouth?"
In the dawn of a reasonable doubt - Mary Jo Bang "What Is a Mouth?"
Heir to arson's fuel and rag - Mary Jo Bang "What Is Red"
Burnished by expandable light - Mary Jo Bang "What Is so Frightening"
Fireflies mocking the false alchemy of ever and elsewhere - Mary Jo Bang "What Was Seen"
Leather cobbled by thread and nails - Mary Jo Bang "The What Within"
Marching to an easy puppet beat - Mary Jo Bang "When April Was Beginning, and End"
Pin pricks in a watery bed sheet - Mary Jo Bang "When April Was Beginning, and End"
Who had fallen in love with amnesia - Mary Jo Bang "When April Was Beginning, and End"
Waiting for winter to leave me alone - Mary Jo Bang "When I Was an Inanimate Object"
The even sweep of a filtered breeze - Mary Jo Bang "When I Was an Inanimate Object"
Everywhere the eye discovers fortune - Mary Jo Bang "When Meeting Beauty"
The skull with its spare coat of reason - Mary Jo Bang "When Meeting Beauty"
As a forewarning of weather - Mary Jo Bang "When Meeting Beauty"
Forward toward the missing beginning - Mary Jo Bang "Where"
Reduced to ideas and empty rooms - Mary Jo Bang "Where Once"
Leaving today on the floor - Mary Jo Bang "Y Is for Year's Mind"
When it's April in the eye - Mary Jo Bang "The Year Chases its Tail"
Between notions of gravity - Mary Jo Bang "The Year Chases its Tail"
A city dressed for evening or earthquake - Mary Jo Bang "The Year Chases its Tail"
Inheritor of vain insistence - Mary Jo Bang "The Year Chases its Tail"
Molecules in motion and memory - Mary Jo Bang "A Year Ends"
Topiary cleaved along a zigzag divide - Mary Jo Bang "You Could Say She Was Willful, but Compared to What?"
A tin voice giving the overview - Mary Jo Bang "You Could Say She Was Willful, but Compared to What?"
Swing lights in the closet of night - Mary Jo Bang "You Could Say She Was Willful, but Compared to What?"
Laid out like a beach ball gone airless - Mary Jo Bang "You Know"
As if history were a sound - Mary Jo Bang "You Know"
The most beautiful seldom I ever saw - Mary Jo Bang "You Were You Are Elegy"
Ophelia in her small lake - Mary Jo Bang "Z Is for Zed at the End"
The evening's hair all laced with lily - Mary Jo Bang "Z Is for Zed at the End"
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