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I am piling pieces to burn, cutting nail-pocked hemlock into chunks, metal teeth sawing someone else’s name from wood. I am dem..

You are the sun and moon And Venus, bright and bare Alight with pearl and ivory robe A translucent caressing dare That plays in shadow, a ..

Her eyes are vacant as stone statues that cause me to flutter around her like tiny birds afraid to land. They dance against the wind, nervous..

When we were girls, I remember Becca holding my hand as we crossed the street, licking her fingers to wipe smudges off my cheeks before we got..

Poppies kneel, flaccid as fish Rays of light gripping their skinny necks A corona’s bright song pressing down like choirs Girls no ..

Sunset has painted the sky in lullaby blue with orange, red radiant strokes. Sea froth foams as gentle crests break and draw against lenient ..

we float down the river, and stand in circles as eager hands fold us into shape, each more skilled than the next. frozen in sunlight, ..

A paper egg lies crushed under my feet in robin’s speckled blue, a shattered mosaic wet with ooze,and I think of ababies’fine, t..

Nervous leaves sway and tremble, hanging on to spindly whipping arms that rise and fall like frightened octopus appendages, pausing hap..

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