Potential Titles: Janet Kauffman

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Counted the corners and angles - Janet Kauffman "Abandoned"

The calm took two weeks to notice - Janet Kauffman "Abandoned"

Carried away the small shadows - Janet Kauffman "Abandoned"

Air here at the edge of small fires - Janet Kauffman "Air Here"

One field sparrow song down-falling - Janet Kauffman "Air Here"

Stuffed in wormholes and pipes - Janet Kauffman "Before it Took Hold"

A bolt of brocade and foliage - Janet Kauffman "Before it Took Hold"

The vultures sweep over all this wasteland - Janet Kauffman "Before it Took Hold"

The blur of beginnings of branchings - Janet Kauffman "The Blur of"

The blur of a voice behind the wall - Janet Kauffman "The Blur of"

The blur of the blast in granite - Janet Kauffman "The Blur of"

Of distance, of nearness, of now - Janet Kauffman "The Blur of"

Open, lightning-struck and gashed - Janet Kauffman "A Body Walking in Clothes"

Filaments, gauze cut and stitched - Janet Kauffman "A Body Walking in Clothes"

The blood-script of tall grass - Janet Kauffman "By the Time You Think Weaponry"

The blue mud ushers in glacial till - Janet Kauffman "Caught Between Rocks"

At home in so many bodies of water - Janet Kauffman "Caught Between Rocks"

Webs and dim branching, cross-firing - Janet Kauffman "Cut the Lure"

When he falls asleep, does light fade? - Janet Kauffman "Cut the Lure"

Milk contributing to the mesh - Janet Kauffman "Decaying to More"

With distant arrivals of light - Janet Kauffman "Decaying to More"

Decaying to more and more intimate spaces - Janet Kauffman "Decaying to More"

A few stiff branches covered with scimitar thorns - Janet Kauffman "The Devil's Walking Stick"

Only a devil could have picked it and walked off - Janet Kauffman "The Devil's Walking Stick"

With greater force in the forest - Janet Kauffman "The Devil's Walking Stick"

Grinding a path through elderberries and laurel - Janet Kauffman "The Devil's Walking Stick"

Without burying splinters in his eyes - Janet Kauffman "The Devil's Walking Stick"

On a footpath by the stream - Janet Kauffman "Dodder Is No Daughter"

Considering time allotted, creatures lost - Janet Kauffman "Dodder Is No Daughter"

Before stumbling into stinging nettles - Janet Kauffman "Dodder Is No Daughter"

For scattershot revelations or shortcuts - Janet Kauffman "Eco-Dementia"

Where the crazy love of a slope takes over - Janet Kauffman "Eco-Dementia"

An elaboration of stalk and stilts - Janet Kauffman "An Elaboration of Stalk"

Cantilevers in chalk spray - Janet Kauffman "An Elaboration of Stalk"

Every shot-through winter scene - Janet Kauffman "Every Shot-Through"

Watch the old roots write - Janet Kauffman "Every Shot-Through"

A lie, a limit, the crimped stalks of beech - Janet Kauffman "Every Shot-Through"

A scrawl diagrammed, flower and all - Janet Kauffman "Every Shot-Through"

A sheen of ice clarifies a gravel bed - Janet Kauffman "Glossed Over"

Ice plates stack and cantilever - Janet Kauffman "Glossed Over"

Every architecture shatters sometime - Janet Kauffman "Glossed Over"

Augur somehow upwards from the gravel bed - Janet Kauffman "Glossed Over"

And pick up pebbles larger than their heads - Janet Kauffman "Glossed Over"

Complex finger clusters flashing - Janet Kauffman "Glossed Over"

Love in counterpoise to silver glitter - Janet Kauffman "Glossed Over"

The food of the underground - Janet Kauffman "The Hand of the Sassafras"

But without digging into dark - Janet Kauffman "The Hand of the Sassafras"

Don't miss the cut-off out of here - Janet Kauffman "The Hand of the Sassafras"

Water rolls the stone away - Janet Kauffman "He's Seen it Crawl"

Pea gravel clicks and walks - Janet Kauffman "He's Seen it Crawl"

Somebody counts the merry-go-rounds inside - Janet Kauffman "He's Seen it Crawl"

Blown in from sweet-fruited floodplains - Janet Kauffman "If You Wake Under Covers"

Tracing the backslopes of deer in the yard - Janet Kauffman "If You Wake Under Covers"

The riot of utterly distancing light years - Janet Kauffman "If You Wake Under Covers"

A wavering strumming collects off-site - Janet Kauffman "If You Wake Under Covers"

He goes into every factory at night - Janet Kauffman "In His Arms"

In the aftermath of purple cress - Janet Kauffman "In the Aftermath"

Splints the ice water saws right through - Janet Kauffman "In the Aftermath"

The blue ashes snap and uproot cohosh - Janet Kauffman "In the Aftermath"

One wall flies out the window - Janet Kauffman "In the Aftermath"

Flying through sheds and airy quadrants - Janet Kauffman "Instead of Flying in Water"

And claim all things feather, skin, scale - Janet Kauffman "Instead of Flying in Water"

If you eat what is offered - Janet Kauffman "Interrogation"

Maybe one or two things not quite right - Janet Kauffman "Keratella Offshore"

Mix media on slow water - Janet Kauffman "Keratella Offshore"

Wind in the basement - Janet Kauffman "The Knife in the Fish"

Green ice in blue water - Janet Kauffman "The Knife in the Fish"

Dragonflies on the cake - Janet Kauffman "The Knife in the Fish"

They disappear for months, any season - Janet Kauffman "Many Small Children"

Nothing there but green grass and sticks - Janet Kauffman "My Father Tells Me"

Just because one thing follows another - Janet Kauffman "No Answering at this Time"

The gold larvae may be clues - Janet Kauffman "No Answering at this Time"

Did fire fish tumble under his blades? - Janet Kauffman "No Answering at this Time"

How jewelweed snaps its seeds at a touch - Janet Kauffman "No Answering at this Time"

Dismay at unstoppable liveliness - Janet Kauffman "Oh, Corporeal"

But here is the axe coming down - Janet Kauffman "Oh, Corporeal"

Still inside locomotion and flagellation - Janet Kauffman "Oh, Corporeal"

That old one with time unstuck - Janet Kauffman "The Original Brain"

To shroud the miles across the face of the seas - Janet Kauffman "Reparations"

A dry scatter and sound of snares - Janet Kauffman "Reparations"

Suffering or release from suffering - Janet Kauffman "The Same Spike Driven or Pulled"

The same spike driven or pulled - Janet Kauffman "The Same Spike Driven or Pulled"

Long-legged Naiads appear in the willows - Janet Kauffman "Slashed"

Two branches clap two stones together - Janet Kauffman "Slashed"

They lie down and roar and burn - Janet Kauffman "Slashed"

Chain link and concertina wire - Janet Kauffman "Stress Position"

The horn hits and flows through steel - Janet Kauffman "Stress Position"

Unspoken because nothing makes a sound - Janet Kauffman "Stress Position"

Expressed by an emission of the breath - Janet Kauffman "Such Winds"

The four winds trumpet over dunes - Janet Kauffman "Such Winds"

The largest quadrant shall be named first - Janet Kauffman "Such Winds"

The management of pancakes and preserves - Janet Kauffman "Such Winds"

She does not wither in such winds - Janet Kauffman "Such Winds"

Whatever unannounced whiteout blizzard hits our blood - Janet Kauffman "Their Books Would Write Us"

Our own name on the line - Janet Kauffman "Their Books Would Write Us"

You can't predict the skeleton crew - Janet Kauffman "Uncalled-For"

Unless you carve witch hazel in the old style - Janet Kauffman "Uncalled-For"

An arrangement of uncalled-for words - Janet Kauffman "Uncalled-For"

They live without limits - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

With none of the usual obstacles - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

The soils striated, wavering in the heat - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Drawing of chalk lines, pastel and charcoal - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Air settles on their shoulders, infiltrates their hair - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

No more than an undercurrent in daily life - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

The newsworthy world a nebulous swirl - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Not even a context for their unique situation - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Out of those recreations a system of marks - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Catastrophic in glitter and neon - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

The consequence of their connection - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

For more precision, close your eyes completely - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

To set in memory the landslide you just dreamed - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Tall brick buildings slipping into a ravine - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

An odd cut of intense color - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Sharp focus that blurs and flattens - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

A surge of cascading emotions, then calm - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

The names would conjure other invisibles - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Geographic couplings with no witnesses - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Upheavals in the steppes of Kazakhstan - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

That flow of fabrics and waters of Manhattan - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Various underpinnings or overthrowings - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Best known by their refusals - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Naked opposition to restraint - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

A black hole in the lake on the old maps - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Bubbles up fabulous algal paints - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Hundreds of egrets stroll the shore - Janet Kauffman "Undercurrent"

Upended by error and X-rays - Janet Kauffman "Upended By Error"

Foliage, crenelated, dark at the root - Janet Kauffman "Upended By Error"

The ultra scene and that zero tunnel - Janet Kauffman "Upended By Error"

Virtues enumerated add up - Janet Kauffman "Virtues Enumerated Add Up"

Nobody can even think uprightness - Janet Kauffman "Virtues Enumerated Add Up"

Undisturbed in spite of the usual odds - Janet Kauffman "Wanting Ice"

Painted turtles, pumpkinseed or green sunfish - Janet Kauffman "Wanting Ice"

A warring machine flexes, exploding - Janet Kauffman "A Warring Machine"

Cataclysm and chorus - Janet Kauffman "A Warring Machine"

Two shovels for hardpan and splintering - Janet Kauffman "The Whirlwind Times"

Covering boundless invisibles - Janet Kauffman "The Whirlwind Times"

Black stuff and blue, gold and green - Janet Kauffman "The Whirlwind Times"

Those unreadable receipts at the bottom of a purse - Janet Kauffman "Zooplankton and More"

Can't count invisibles in the green shallows - Janet Kauffman "Zooplankton and More"


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