Unknown lapping. Unknown playing with beach balls by the pool. Unknown swinging a hula-hoop. Unknown Marco! Unknown spread like an angel on the grass. Unknown eating corn dogs. Unknown drinking […]
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Why am I always a needle scratching the record in every direction? —Olga Mexina A is for apple, of course […]
Read More“We’ve been walking for a long time through a dark tunnel. We do not remember the beginning. Our horses remember color. What breached the opacity was our goat hearts. It […]
Read Morethe relation of time to matter as the pile of ash swept in a gutter when a board was siding, was a closet, was a touchstone to those living […]
Read MoreMy Daddy dies and I immediately launch a cake into the firmament, but not before taking a big bite. The person filming Daddy’s funeral flips their phone sideways and jokes […]
Read MoreOn the day my father told us he was selling the Nest, I decided to clone him. I spent twenty minutes waiting for a customer service representative, jangling my foot […]
Read MoreBefore the amputation, the doctors warned me. My memory might recall my absent limb after the surgery, and I might experience these recollections as physical sensations. I pressed for more […]
Read MoreYour Dream of My Life, You Who Now Own It [2024 Loraine Williams Poetry Prize Featured Finalist]
Even the dark unbolting, even the ducks at the edge of the river, even the dock at the sea’s wide corner, the job lot of my horseless valley, even the […]
Read Morefor Isa My ears or a field of ears I lie on the couch and dream of low grasses my back a weak margin steered off course […]
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