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Your body knows a wolf even if your eyes don’t see one. You will feel it as you step into a neighbor’s place. Old man. Houseplants. Come inside. When the door closes, it hits you: The air is too still. A tension you cannot name....

I am too sick with flu for piety Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel Furniture out of focus in the fever of sleep, becoming ghost from other people’s dreams: curtains assume a corporeal form, the sickroom oddly shaped as if something seen...

poems like White Paintings like White on White, a “harmony of silence,” an absence of color, a metaphor for what is and what is not, for what is coming and for what has gone before, “white is something you endlessly return to,”...

In her haven, a room overlooking Main Street: a low, well-used writing table, white, hand crocheted spread over single bed; outside, scents of Spring, butterfly clusters, bees...

anthems for the doomed youth set to music are the unanswered prayers of soldier’s sung a capella or accompanied as the Dies Irae for soloists and full orchestra sung in a Cathedral of All Saints in after-storm light, a...