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Blood was missing from my mother’s Budapest stories lost I trespassed stole her narrative from the dead. * Invisible gloves pointed to the left to the right sculpting time opening sutures– my mother’s plasma. * During...

Everywhere their whispers settle on us. By day and night we pace the streets surrounded by filigreed pilasters of sunken regimes. Virtuoso fingers on the soundboard brush the dust from ancient apotheoses in the taper-lit...

Wisdom teeth and molars require chiseled excision while other cuspids glide like baby teeth — wobbly and wiggly at breakfast — tucked in a pocket by lunch. Dusty silver pet bowl clatters where sainted dogs once...