Development

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  The property line widened like a spreading stain. Drank ink and swelled into map. The line held the land like an unborn child. Then: pavement crawled forward. Crawled away. It spread along the land everywhere it went. It crawled … Read More

The Grandfather Clock

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  Deep in the caverns of the memory unit, my grandfather’s trying to describe what time feels like. It’s a square on a piece of paper, he says, it’s shaped like a brick & I’m stuck in it. A few … Read More

Tough Love

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  As you can see I’m dying, the professor said to open our first class. +++++His face, worn to gray skin and bone, left no doubt. Ridged brows shadowed his +++++dark eyes. For fourteen weeks, you will learn about group … Read More

Paleontology

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  I was enrolled in paleontology, to fulfill the general ed. science requirement. The lab entailed drawing gastropod, bivalve, and cephalopod fossils. I’d come to lectures and listen to what I wanted to hear, writing other thoughts in my notebook. … Read More

Pastoral with Crohn’s Disease

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The grapes in the arbor, ++the currants in the vines, The mint on the windowsill, ++the garlic in flaky braids. Your in-laws planted ++more than they could prune in their old age, and now ++the land is reaching up to … Read More

Litany at 92 Pounds

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Icicled to perfection, cold curves ++softly weeping, I can pierce ++++like some narwhal’s tooth exquisite, almost mythic. ++My body is a tuning fork, ++++sung when struck, a frequency pure as white vinegar. I’m hollow ++as a new moon, satin as … Read More

Language, first and last

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  From mouth to nib, a row of urgent pleasures, unsealed from flesh and blood, throbbing with hope, the way I bore children from between my legs, painful bliss that dried me up and then spat me into aliveness, such … Read More

Name This Body

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  Out in the reeds I am the person I was. The sky is the same; the water is a perfect blue. Nothing seems to have changed here at the reservoir, and I can imagine —until my daughter breaks the … Read More

Man Eaters

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  I remember trying to fall asleep many nights on the stretcher arm draped over my eyes the diesel and latex smells the pressure of the arm on my eyes soothing me into that dream where we wander through the … Read More

Plenty

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++August, the last of the apricots haunts the trees. Their furred skins, split, rotten and dangerous, crawling with stingers on the unseen side of the globes. ++Above me, buzzards tilt in the heat. Do they miss the condors? The stiff … Read More

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