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Writing is shadow. Tear it from the heel. Sow it back, Wendy, darling. We, the flowers, bend our heads to stories, tomes and Hammurabi for nutrients — …
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Tell me a story of young and wild and free. An imaginary nation splayed upon the seas. Start with cataclysm, then the eagle, then repeat. I guess we st…
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It’s better in black and white. Not old, necessarily. Just the shades. Nearly intricate. All senses come together towards meaning. A colorblind boy, a …
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Pink sun. Pink Olympics. Most still sleep, but not Cerberus,more leash than teeth. This is the golden hour for robed couples to double dutch at least t…
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We met our own fragile. There, a man with melon-colored toenails was on the run from something. He was a father, mostly, and a fright. Pointed a finger…
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The Thing About a Forest The Word for Rain is Acceptance in Pine Spring and Awe Emerson Stood Outside So Long, Ivy Grew Up His Ankles
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a bell tower operator far removed from the heavy breathers and bar crowds. The rope in her hand makes her small world go “boom.” Just over the low, bri…
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