November 7, 2023April 17, 2026 William Eaton

How does a person come to be paranoid (paranoïaque, paranoica)?

July 20, 2023July 12, 2024 William Eaton

Breakfast poem – Poème du petit déjeuner – Poema del desayuno

July 5, 2023June 27, 2025 William Eaton

On filling the time . . . le remplissage du temps . . . el llenado del tiempo

May 23, 2023May 23, 2023 William Eaton

Are there others . . . qui vivent . . . y sin medicación

February 1, 2022July 1, 2025 William Eaton

Robinson Jeffers, “The Purse Seine” (et le pass vaccinal? y ¿el calentamiento global?)

January 10, 2022July 13, 2024 William Eaton

Will we jamais? ¡No lo C!

January 5, 2022March 7, 2025 William Eaton

Cuando las espinacas sont propres, the world ends

November 8, 2021February 23, 2026 William Eaton

And is our poetry getting hotter or cooler?

May 3, 2021May 2, 2021 William Eaton

One of the things that Emily knew

March 31, 2021June 28, 2023 William Eaton

Since brass, nor stone, nor boundless sea