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my plan for marriage
My plan for marriagewas couragethe way a planelands by sinkingthen with a rush of strengthflexes to kiss the tarmacas an equal a drama soon...
skybound
She’d only meant to ride the elevator down to collect the mail. Now she was trapped in it. Contained by sleek, unclimbable metal walls, a round...
seagulls
Seagulls prefer to nest by open water, but they’ll make doif they must. This bathroom, sinking into the foundation aslittle green plants force their...
at dawn, a woman
at dawn, a womandrags herself through cobbled alleyswailing, and then beginsover a plate of dry eggsto speak and from the doorway of a key shop, a...
the world: part
This is how… We read the signs. We readthe gaps around the signsthat said STOP. We filled in forgiveness. We sawourselves inside the bottle. We...
two poems
New Format paperback and needledisccherished media--bone dust and broken saucers Cavernous dentist cut by silvered glassancient mouth of rot;pulls...
poetry
CYNICISM 2.0
Just as I was...
augustafternooninmidtownmanhattan
ripetrashoverdonehot...
HIGH SCHOOL SPEECH AND DEBATE
For Campbell Brown...
Spidersong
August, and the days seep into dark sand.Hems of lace trail behind each wavethat retreats from the shore, identical,unnumbered.Bramble-month! My...
Archeology of the year 4,000 A.D.
After the sculpture by Cleber “Lobo” Machado. Angels, all pistons and ironwork,descending a ladder in unison — it is 4,000 A.D.and distinctions...
the eagle has landed,
its contours at meetpointsin disarray. Carried off? Delicately,“transported.” The comte d’Angivillerdescribed a prison as a lemniscate,a guard...
Harmonic Series
after Olivia Muenz Welcome in. Close the door behind you please. I’d like it if you took off your shoes. I just had this carpet cleaned. Last week....
On Autumn
1.Along the fences the men wear camouflage like fashion. Old wagon wheels lean against the posts and fleck white paint. Buckets of carrots for the...
Featherweight Champion of the Year
I bruise at loud noises. The skin around my nailsis an ugly, vicious purple. It takes the slightest breezeto send me stumbling. When I raise my...
fiction
Middle Georgia, Nineteen-Eighty-Something
There is something wrong with Delia’s youngest son. He had always been evasive, she thinks, even as a toddler, but now she’s lucky to even catch a...
Because I Live Here
I drove more than 100 miles that day in the rain and the last five were the most soul-sucking as I was stuck in a long line of cars like a vehicular...
¡Olé Lorelei!
The young man dressed in full torero regalia is on the bed, grasping the poles on the headboard for dear life, a red satin pillow muffling his cries...
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