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after F. Isabel Campoy I come from a fledgling suburb in a state that lost its mind with beauty but...
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Insomnia Yellow jackets burrow for winter in the exterior brick that edges the second story window. Inside that bedroom with...
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Even with a receipt I can’t return The day bought on a whim— Careless of time being spent. Buyer’s remorse...
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Above Albuquerque wind-still the sky holds balloons like lacrima Below inside this temporary room your voice cuts strings no longer...
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Note: Apology Accepted was written in response to the image here, created by Tony Curran.           ...
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Every time I lift the lid on the bin by the stairs to the units above, and upend my basket...
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Commandment On a West Texas highway between Plainview and Lubbock white text on a black billboard proclaims CONTROL YOUR MIND,...
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There’s a circle of PETA protesters picketing my castle because I’ve been squirrelnapping woodland creatures to teach them how to...
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is not what you meant to say when you locked the door behind you; you meant to say wait— look...
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He was an odd choice for mentor, afflicted with a sort of stoic sadness. Years in that stone hut, surrounded...
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