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The owl flew in, like an emoji cutting through language, my daily complaints her, so, what’s keeping you here? If I said it was like living in the wild, trying to survive actually doing it year after year, the driving force...

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so that I may climb thy golden stair. I’ve never posted photos of my younger self as others do, often mistaken for their daughters mistake I made seeing a beautiful girl on a flyer a woman...

In dreams all barriers are broken. The flightless soar, devoid of wings. Illogic is the language spoken. Before the sleeper has awoken, before the sun reverts all things, in dreams all barriers are broken. The shy recluse...

Backyards, camping grounds, porches The perches of the owl on the tree branch The singing of the grasshoppers as they Rub their wings together The quietness, stillness The stairs, which looked newly finished The cold dewiness of...

Long dark forms begin engulfing The sunny places that have been Enjoying themselves for the good part of the evening Coldness sweeps over the concrete as the shadows start to form

See the lines on my face furrows for sorrow’s tears. I can no longer climb the few stairs to our room or remember more than a few words of our song. My hands tremble even when I’m not reaching for you. Bruce Taylor’s work...

Do you know what this house can be without you, a box of doubt, an echo? Up what stairs by memory shimmed through what familiar dark do you and your pelt thick with the late hour lie down? How bitter will this night taste on the...

A lost sideshow carney With thick, matted strands of obsidian hair China white skin Fixed inlaid coal-colored eyes Leathery layers of cooked skin Join the sleeves and neckline Of an over-stretched soiled t-shirt Like a lizard...

Trains thunder through my veins. A thousand birthday candles flicker every wish there ever was. “We dwell in possibility” like Emily. I can’t turn from you or steady my gaze, so I crash into your rousing embrace. Your fingertips...

We stop to inhale           the fragrance of the clusters of petite red roses           in front of the Frary House on Main Street           in Old Deerfield, yellow-gold leaves loosened           in the wind from sycamores...