Potential Titles: Mary Jo Bang

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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 theory says it could always be worse - Mary Jo Bang "Catastrophe Theory II"

From blood you come to blood you go - Mary Jo Bang "Catastrophe Theory II"

An immeasurable distance sizzles between them - Mary Jo Bang "Catastrophe Theory II"

The seen blurs into the just heard - Mary Jo Bang "Catastrophe Theory II"

The theory rests on a tipping point - Mary Jo Bang "Catastrophe Theory II"

The clock steps in a direction - Mary Jo Bang "Catastrophe Theory II"

Engines pulling the train of thought forward - Mary Jo Bang "Catastrophe Theory III"

Comes running to watch while a year plummets - Mary Jo Bang "Catastrophe Theory III"

Plummets into the countdown of an open mouth - Mary Jo Bang "Catastrophe Theory III"

The twine that gives totality its name - Mary Jo Bang "Catastrophe Theory III"

A tentacle reaching for a wafer of reason - Mary Jo Bang "Catastrophe Theory III"

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"

The dead antennae announced the future - Mary Jo Bang "The Earthquake She Slept Through"

While walking through the day's gray fog - Mary Jo Bang "The Earthquake She Slept Through"

Trick the vaporous into acting like something concrete - Mary Jo Bang "The Earthquake She Slept Through"

A picture that matches an invented longing - Mary Jo Bang "The Earthquake She Slept Through"

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"

We were going toward nothing all along - Mary Jo Bang "The Eye Like a Strange Balloon Mounts Toward Infinity"

Honing the acoustics, heralding the instant shifts - Mary Jo Bang "The Eye Like a Strange Balloon Mounts Toward Infinity"

Horizontal to vertical, particle to plexus - Mary Jo Bang "The Eye Like a Strange Balloon Mounts Toward Infinity"

Ambition to otherwise and a forest of wishes - Mary Jo Bang "The Eye Like a Strange Balloon Mounts Toward Infinity"

Finally ending with the future - Mary Jo Bang "The Eye Like a Strange Balloon Mounts Toward Infinity"

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"

When the pink sliver of sky swims in through the window - Mary Jo Bang "How will it feel months from now"

Angel of wishing, angel of fortune - Mary Jo Bang "How will it feel months from now"

The keys keep making the piano be - Mary Jo Bang "How will it feel months from now"

Only ever wanted the red sky to turn blue - Mary Jo Bang "How will it feel months from now"

As long as I have sight, I'll see - Mary Jo Bang "How will it feel months from now"

The walls of time dissolve whenever the lights are turned off - Mary Jo Bang "How will it feel months from now"

No mirage of sirens hammering the glass front - Mary Jo Bang "How will it feel months from now"

Stars guide the eye across the sky - Mary Jo Bang "How will it feel months from now"

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"

But he left when he thought I was - Mary Jo Bang "Long-Exposure Photograph of a Man"

Duration extends into the future, wraps around the past - Mary Jo Bang "Long-Exposure Photograph of a Man"

Communicate through showing how an object acts on me - Mary Jo Bang "Long-Exposure Photograph of a Man"

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"

The essence of being a paradox - Mary Jo Bang "Madonna Overview"

Get themselves linked to the theoretically real - Mary Jo Bang "Madonna Overview"

Getting themselves tied to conventional assumptions - Mary Jo Bang "Madonna Overview"

The sole reason center stage was invented - Mary Jo Bang "Madonna Overview"

Playthings of intellectual exchange between like minds - Mary Jo Bang "Madonna Overview"

Never merely after-the-fact abstractions - Mary Jo Bang "Madonna Overview"

A far better way of gaining possession of a new reality - Mary Jo Bang "Madonna Overview"

In favor of believing whatever one wants reality to be - Mary Jo Bang "Madonna Overview"

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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