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Acknowledgements “Forest/woman/alone” first appeared in Levee Magazine. “Strangled whistles of my old lives” first appeared in Drunken Monkey Magazine. “I excel at the construction of s...
strangled whistles of my old life Cold sun is strong today, in the spring tug-of-war where winter clings just to make a fool. But change plants its roots in little ways to yank back: the dove in ...
sticks to burn, stars to count Let me remember his nine-year-old body in my arms, weightless, when for once, the Atlantic is gentle, and if not for the smell of salt, this could be Huron, and the...
you are not what i want, thalasso The shoreline rattles. Fist-sized rocks roll front to back, like thousands of hands desperate to hang on every time they’re dragged from the dry land. And so m...
prayer of the honeysuckle i found a single bloom left to wither on an ocean boulder. the petals have the same-veined structure as a butterfly wing, the center spray of yellow a micro-solar system...
the leaves fell too hard and fast this fall The wasp at my elbow quickens, so I watch the wings: what is there to fear? I might prefer the definitive sting of venom to the silent shedding of the ...
haibun for woman/alone/in a motel that pings My Viking knife cuts into my palm, as my other hand fiddles with chains. I’d pulled the blade from my purse in a panic. Now embarrassed, I press the...
stones and shockwaves. Yes, I feel the edge of the cold, how it hovers, but never penetrates. I see colors, but they are just numbers and letters in a database. My bones are as light as aluminum,...
taken out of me (we do not speak of those scars) Post-birth, what blood-shades are revealed under surgical light? What splatter-push patterns are left on the floor? Which cleaning products are sp...