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The Other Side Of Love
Darkness is the culprit that lingers behind each slice of sweet Nectarine. I am late. I’ve been here before. The other side of love. The place that dissects the tongues of former lovers and turns them...
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Deep White
Demons sleep in the deep white, a place to rest while laundry drowns without ultimatum, while dismembered chickens swell in heat – sticking to bits of parsley that grew this year. People expire faster...
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Termite
I see that one arm is stubbed by something. No one else can see this, like it isn’t true. To them, I am tragedy, and I let them. I am a hot potato and they drool over food. My crippled hands shove...
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The Death Of Aaron James
The cello is a thick, heavy syllable crying against the shoulder of a thin woman, a road of auburn hair trailing down her spine. She understands value. Prose is never numb, it spans across nerves...
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Hope
After the devil walked out, I set the house on fire. A cleansing. I went North to see the See-er. She agreed with me. We talked about herbs and tea and the guns of history. My dad stepped in as if he...
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I Love Her More
She has a name hanging in a back orchard somewhere. Cowbells are ringing. I gave it up like an omelet to a woman married to perfection. I am missing limbs for limbs, heart for heart. Who am I to...
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Crickets
In spite of great solitude come the chirp, chirp of the night dripping like water droplets down the sink drain, straightened out loud, a philosophy. Alone as a daydream, deep in a honeycomb, nobody...
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Caterpillar
Ink is raining again. Stan, on the radio, rapping tattoos onto white-trash girls, sitting, spinning on bar stools. The highway is moving ninety miles back, to late August madness, cars are splashing...
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Love Letter
Amaranth, on my back, off the edge of life. Dangling cords fall like snakes, I hanged them there to dry me out. With you, it is cold. I can’t say that. I miss you, but I do not. Have you been tempted...
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Ghost Plant
One story up, under a roof, under a perfect yellow moon, I wait. I watch oxygen expand into greatness. Midnight sleeps an ear ache away from me snoring. Oxygen starts its engine, then shuts off again....
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The Passage
The dragon doesn’t wake with the sun. It is warmed through mock light, on an affected cove. It looks like it could be made of mopani, but he cannot tell colors what they should be and what they are...
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Little Boy
There is a leak in the Earth, quietly letting mercy slip out, unnoticed. Ashes sprout in Spring’s fresh mouth – her lungs blacken with ferocity, a dark mother clouds the sky of an innocent, a soft snow...
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