On Acoustics

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  People are less likely to help each other in loud cities, the ecologist said. To describe a silence, identify first what it’s not: the parade marching beyond the window, the ocean’s dull fanfare. Close up, we feel the shudders … Read More

Tin Man Goes to a Rave

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  If I had skin, I’m sure everyone here would be jealous of it. I’ve learned over the years that you can still hear a heart beating through the sound of heavy rain. Before you ask: this addled mind isn’t … Read More

Diagram of My Epidermis

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  canopy// I lay in the dark of my childhood bedroom, hungry for a woman—for linked arms, grins with all our teeth, and howling at a movie projector moon.   understory// Here the moonlight spits through the slats in the … Read More

Rabbit in a Snowstorm

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  It’s 3:10 in the morning and again, I am thinking About nothingness. I do not know how to stop. My mother said I am a man trapped inside a man Trapped inside another man that is too old to … Read More

Gratitude Journal

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  At the town council meeting, they want to hold the sun accountable for night. Yes, let’s invent a better fence. Yes, let’s deem the teens gliomas on society. Who stole the bulbs from the streetlamps? Who sold this story … Read More

Digging deep

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  I kept staring at the pond that led to our front door entrance. As the koi fish swam, I noticed that the one I named Ephemeral had finally disappeared. Every koi fish in that pond was made out of … Read More

Rothko Theology

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  Untitled (Black on Gray), 1970 In time, the sky devoured the hill, freeing three shades of darkness from the trees. I woke you, carried you to the window, so we could look for what we’d failed to see. Maybe … Read More

Scrutinies

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  You know tomorrow is the Woman at the Well, my mother says on the phone, meaning I know you’re not going and you haven’t been. You can’t just barge in for supper, kiss the nails, sit back and watch … Read More

On Me Such Legs Are Left

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now, imagine all the women healed— when you heal, part of the earth heals I wanted to drag my father’s family out into the street make them listen to their decades of silence make them wrench their unmoved tongues from … Read More

Prayer

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  for lost causes like the gravity of granola in mornings. The heaviness of missing bacon fat. Or the folds of you when you stretched on top of me then back then forth. Or the calling of us in the … Read More

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