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Poetry.salvation
. there are things made bright bled folded autumn arrives and the yellow eyes close sunflowers jiggle then lean upturned dirt chokes-up children's fingers…
PoetryJust Another Dream Waking
An apple orchard; slim pathways on the hill in the near distance have turned blue in dawn light. I tell blonde Alice I’m going…
FictionDon’t Think
They pile us on a field. Try to identify us, contact loved ones. I think of older sister Nancy. She must be coming. She…
PoetryOctober Surprise
We have tons of hammers but not enough shoes. Really, isn't it the same for you? We'd be just fine if all that's required…
PoetryFather
I am ashamed of my schism, my contortionist brain and tongue. Told status is a ticket to love. Take hurried notes on how to…
FictionEinstein Waters the Flowers on a Berlin Street in Late August, 1919
-after "Einstein’s Dreams" A man and woman walk hand in hand down the Grabenstrasse. The street is quiet on a Tuesday afternoon. An aproned…
PoetryThis is me not exaggerating
My virginity is still lost somewhere in Athens, Greece. After serving my hippie time for marijuana possession I admit I was happy that prisons…
PoetryChildless
When my son died I was devastated by the colossal waste that was his mind. That rare nonjudgmental visionary kind. My flattened affect belied…
PoetryPig Latin
Aisyday is a collector of things. Hats and canes. Handbags. Scars. I can't be sure. I am certain. She saw me as hard tissue.…
PoetryMy head is a guillotine
baby Christmas trees in a field little bump in the backseat driving past them but most of my life I’ve been intense no wonder…
PoetryHow to Survive an Apocalypse
I refuse to die in a bunker, even if it’s with you, my dear. I want the slow death of struggling for light, hand…