Syllabic
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While Napping in Alaskaon a Sunday in October
Winter crawls out of the woods and swallows the town. Shrews slip back to the woodpile. The road slides downhill. Black and white tiles embrace on the kitchen floor. Coffee thickens in the pot while lunch congeals on the plate. The planet turns through crowded space. Dust drifts under… Continue reading
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tripping
when you embark to that place on the needle or the glass or the spoon, or the flame are you trying to arrive at some particular destination? is it the voyage itself that is so enticing? impossible to refuse? or you only trying to travel away from here? when you leave, why do we, who… Continue reading
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Mariah Means Death in Italian
The first child, by her naming, split the family, Italian grandmother against German father. Sixteen years now, she sits in her grandmother’s room, remembering summer visits: the dark house; her grandmother in a white slip in the Cleveland heat; the smell of Brach candies and Pall Mall cigarettes. The sound of the screen door. Mariah’s… Continue reading
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love, i ask you
if I go out mining carry my pick and my hoe if I go out in the dark morning to dig you up to dig you out of my- self the pick to cut away stone and the hoe to turn my heavy dirt will I find you hard and silent just another sharp stone… Continue reading
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incandescent
you walk through my dreams holding my pain in your hands like coals your flesh peels back burning I lay down beside you my skin peeled back I turn the knife on myself you… Continue reading
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