August 2009
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unearth — RWP minichallenge I
the walls are filled with the lives of children what appears to be an exit changes to a trap you have everything to lose oil rainbows the water, a thin & dangerous sheen that pain you call love pulls you away there is no point in stopping in the middle of the mountain road an… Continue reading
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Flow
I sit in my shaded garden, watching the koi and goldfish feed. The house is closed against this heat, plantation shutters pulled across the windows. Every week my aunt baked two cakes in the wood stove, one with the yolks, one with the whites. Angel-food cake, sponge cake. Sue cut off her fingertip fixing the… Continue reading

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