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Hey, do you remember when we first met her… doesn’t matter, never happened she ran her fingers so soft… doesn’t mat..

Jays are the prettiest birds around the house their feathers the color of morning sky they used to pay 25 cents a head up at the cherry orch..

Loneliness breathes like a beast its sides rise and fall, in fits and starts it breathes in the dark, in and out it breeds on itself, auto-e..

Her feet once so light upon the stair she never wore slippers, didn’t believe in them so her flattening white arches would run gentle a..

Looking out over hills it’s as though a soft blanket has been laid over the earth and in the low places the houses hump up in ordered r..

I wonder if the blade ever remembers that once it was raw metal and was hammered and hammered and hammered.

They call it “headspace” they call it “state of mind” but all I can think of is that long piece of metal I tried to s..

(anything without air) they press in the sides fold the plastic like a clamshell (anything without air) they use heat to seal the edges..

Outside, early morning just before dawn I set my coffee cup down on the ground beside me and a single long strand of a weed pokes down into t..

There’s this dead branch poking from the manzanita tree out back, long and dusty and gray where the rest is deep and red I know I shou..