Ten, no, at least a dozen bagpipes groan across the gravel lot outside your window. Snare drums stutter as you...
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Recess A cartwheeling script of broken music notes tumbles from the tip of my pen: a row of children swinging...
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Under the tree-filtered sun, it’s Golden Hour and we sit sipping peaches. Gilded haze and sideways light make the finest bouillon....
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Sun blasts heat in yellow laughs but someday the sun will explode how all things do when they hold too...
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I knew a man, Mr. Marco Marsden, who lost his hand in a slaughterhouse. The story was different every time...
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How long can it possibly take a supposedly motivated shop-rat to cash a paycheck, minus the $5 fee, knock back...
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It starts in Canyon Creek Hospital, where, on Sunday mornings, he waits for his mother to die. She rasps...
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I’ll hobble into the foothills to stand half-blind in the lilted dark above the draw, looking out over the valley...
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My mother grows delphinium, foxglove, zinnia, plucks the dew laden morning. With a storm of petals, she anoints my waking...
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Nothing stays at rest molecules of a crystal—table salt snowflakes, diamonds, quartz—repeat their patterns in tight formation like a platoon...
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