Submerging Green
A stranger’s tilted spine brings me to the top of my childhood’s staircase. From its edge, I watch my father digging through the drawers...
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The traveler’s buoyancy; riverskin
No one knows his person by name, or face, or gait. He travels, he rebels, there’s mystery. He practices standing up straight. He wears...
Thunderstorms
Quiet cul-de-sac, I live ‘round your curve. I follow your arch and hop between rain puddles. When thunderstorms come, I imagine the...
Excerpt from "Ruminating on Eucalyptus, Lightshine, and Anna’s Hummingbird"
I can see it in your eyes. It sounds and looks beautiful, but it asserts honesty and begs for it all at once, which can possibly feel...
Mobility
Well, the tricky thing about trolley tracks is that they are slippery. Meaning, if you try to balance on them, you run the risk of...
Our Friend, who speaks of death
I’ve been falling asleep later than usual. They’ve ordered us into mandatory self-isolation. I’ve gotten good at this by now. People...
The Memory and The Dance, or; The Memory of the Dance
I want to say that I want to be held. The other night, I was dancing alone and I told myself that this is what it feels like to be held....
Favazzina
The height isn’t the thing, but how she surrounds herself with trees disguised as mountains. When it’s cloudy, the tops of green trees...
Human Nature
Have I changed much? I don’t think so. I dread growing older. I think you can only change after you’ve fallen into a hardened mold of...
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