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January 16, 2017 |
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Virtually, every Sunday, we gather just the three of us: me, my sister, the upper-right quadrant of our mother’s face. It’s nearly impossible to take a disembodied forehead, seriously,...
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January 10, 2017 |
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You ask me why I did not pin a star beside this city or that, & my maps are gathered in graphite & not ink. Perhaps I did, & did not care to rebuild that city just yet...
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January 9, 2017 |
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She mourns the soft, upturned earth of her own body; the failed harvest hangs in her stomach like a sickness, the grave of the Unknown Soldier hidden under her own skin, her skin a thin...
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December 28, 2016 |
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We loved Mr. Pasternak before we knew what love was. He was young and good-looking, and he was the only teacher we didn’t sense secretly needing the approval or friendship of us, his...
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October 25, 2016 |
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In the presence of heat, the air palpable as breath, in there the heart races, the thing is waiting, a kind of skin trembling waiting for something to come on me, a thing that...
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October 24, 2016 |
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She was mid-sentence. Mid-bloom. Her youngest voice emerged—a mustard seed shoved deep in her throat—when the arrow shot straight through her eye. The audience finally heard her. Our...
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October 23, 2016 |
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After unpinning me from the wall, head, heart, knees, feet, The left behind nail holes make a constellation of me. Under whose sky I walk out. Buzzards with their cogged wing tips gear...
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October 19, 2016 |
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(a story of a girl) Matty is better on beam than I am, but I don’t think I should have been put in level four. I can land my cartwheels perfectly and I’m better on the jumps than she...
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October 1, 2016 |
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baby / if you were to shoot / and I left behind me a 392-foot-long trail of blood / a wedding train / a slug’s...
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September 12, 2016 |
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on a beach in france a veiled woman is in keeping with the law stripped & expected to say thank you for freeing me the photograph ...
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August 15, 2016 |
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tired now, of the passage of nightmares and the weight each breach bears upon my chest each morning, a new emptiness strains its voice to plead the worth of its blood, to the earth the only...
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August 14, 2016 |
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Circuits–– you wait for hours while the planets move...
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August 13, 2016 |
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So. Here’s this photo Of a 2 million-year-old Jawbone with a few toothy Molars clinging to it. Our common ancestor. It looks like something ashy Pulled out of the fireplace. I remember...
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August 12, 2016 |
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Unscrew a box of white gold: smell the money and sing money while trained women who majored in “Classics” stride pencil skirted across a crystal sparkle dance floor. No...
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June 24, 2016 |
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here, before the word, there was the world & the world was flesh & the flesh was dust. dust not ash. ash be the words in your mouth. words be the rot between your teeth. here, a...