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PoetryI’ll text you back anyway
fuck these text messages i wanna hear i wanna hear the daffodil in your voice i wanna hear it when you cry you can’t…
Poetrykilling the root
said he would need an hour and a half so I counted time by the 3 minute easy-listening songs they play in an attempt…
PoetryLiberated Me
I buy my own groceries, fix my own meals, wash my dirty dishes: what more could a woman want? She might want a stiff…
PoetryOn my 44th birthday
44 and I don’t want anymore I will breathe in the saltwater air and know I don’t have to go anywhere I’ll have another…
PoetryHEY BUK
Everybody writes about you, even me. I told you about my hedges: they're perfect. How does a privileged white boy who doesn't even drink…
PoetryZayda in Memory Care
Because the season is over and surmise settles into his autumn confinement, I ask him what he imagines could improve these last days. He…
PoetryLater will be time to talk about a family killed on a bridge
The first years of their exile, tell the children about unheated train stations, the bravery of mothers breathing warmth on tiny fingers. Later will…
PoetryLeningrad Ghosts
Who could forget the butchers of Leningrad as the mighty Wehrmacht blockaded the city laying siege for 872 days and nights No way to know…
PoetryThe year of the tyrant’s final spring
I'm standing in a barren garden with Tolstoy, with Chekhov, and they are frozen in place, like stricken roses of January, like whipped horses,…
PoetryUkraine
There are so many ways to say it: on the verge on the cusp on the precipice on the brink of catastrophe, apocalypse, war.…
Fiction, PoetryTraveling West
I woke up this morning in Texas, and all I can think of is driving further, on to the coast of California, to golden…