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in your boyhood you tucked your secret exploits away into your cheek and savored them there you come here now full grown with a boy of your own for confession to tell me of the many times you lit a fire in the woods how you and...
Cyndi Cresswell Cook is a writer and a photographer. She lives on the edge of a forest. A fox...
Te enterre en el jardin: una fosa miniscula como una mano abierta, tierra austral, tierra fria fue cubriendo tu plumaje, los rayos amarillos, los relampagos negros de tu cuerpo apagado. Del Matto Gross, De la fertile Goiania, Te...
no longer a tourist only there to observe your fumbling hands search for meaning embrace complicated remains in a room below the stairs your skin, painted with so many seasons recollects a yearning caress, the source of a jagged...
On an early April spring morning in San Diego, Bill and Jen sipped coffee and Baileys on the cedar wood deck of Bill’s shoreline condo; then, she gave him the news. A thick mist clung to Mission Bay’s calm waters as they...
Photo by Linda Gunther My house crushed to clay More than forty times they shell each day and night Destroy Kill My son now prisoner twenty-nine years old If I leave, escape then I abandon him I not go stay in crumbled house...
"Stupidity has a knack of getting its way."
Albert Camus
