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PoetryGateleg Table
Walnut with turned legs That unfold in a triptych For dining or card play. Carried in an ox-cart from Minnesota To a Dakota homestead.…
PoetryMy doctor said to play with my cat as a coping mechanism to prevent my suicide
My doctor said to play with my cat as a coping mechanism to prevent my suicide but neither one of us feels like playing…
PoetryCall this
I guess you saw it coming I guess you'd marked the edge well as we walked the path failure is its own reward I…
Poetrysaying goodbye
reading Leonard Cohen by candlelight, visualising bonfire night, your birthday were you still alive under that streetlamp, we could walk together to your bench…
Poetryif your death were a myth
it could be fashioned of iridescent plumage, gilt and crimson, a phoenix in transition, transformed, unbeaten
Poetryvámonos a la playa
is this thing that we say in this Mar Vista restaurant that i open and close open and close open every night it means,…
PoetryThe Minstrel Savior
If I remember right, Jesus arrived at the trailer where we lived in Glenville during the summer when Papaw Henry poured gasoline all around…
PoetryToe Tappin’
Heel-to-toe, he taps to the harmonics of reverberating bounces and swish-swooshing tempos, and to the serenades of sirens outside his window. He dances the Dig…
FictionPathetique
Mother plays piano. It’s a dark night. She plays all the saddest pieces. Tchaikovsky seems to break her piano apart with fervency. Debussy’s sad,…
PoetryBelieve You Me
It’s true, what you said, if I don’t love myself I can’t really love you. I kissed my reflection on the lips last night…
