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Mifepristone
The potted chrysanthemum he gave me, I undutifully chuck into the dumpster before dawn. Yet I imagine it blossoming, looking at its hung broken neck of nectar. What diligent…
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Mifepristone
The potted chrysanthemum he gave me, I undutifully chuck into the dumpster before dawn. Yet I imagine…
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Tangent Properties, Angles of Love
“Poodle, set the table,” Mom shouts. A blue curl of smoke from the tip of one of her…
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Becoming the Bullet
Violence begets violence. The serpent knows where the core is buried. Hindsight– a bullet that strikes…
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Open Season
The sun is shining, and there are boys to cruise again.Commercial Street has lost its mind— drag queens…
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Dead of Night
Wind wakens me,wary of each howl, thump, creak. I play old messages,to keep your voices among the living.…
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Pulled Outward
I don’t get my period Tuesday morning, which would be okay, except my app expected it last Monday.…
Mortality Mediated
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Gallows
Cape Mendocino sunset. Which forgotten goddess taught the sky to die so well?I fled westward, always westward. Old myths and older magistrates compelled. Born in Indiana when DDT turned eggshells…
Winter 2024
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