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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 spilling out of brunch,some idiot inching a car through the crowdlike a…
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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.…
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Last Girl in Leadville
Boomtown fantasies are nothing but screams.Pitches too high for human ears. Mountainstoo high for their own good. Rocks…
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connections
mycorrhizae white threads webs screens and antennae buried in loam i’ve got no connection in the…
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Odd Couple
They leaned against the pale green concrete wall of the restaurant next door — an odd couple. She…
Mortality Mediated
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Getting it Down
An essay in two parts: the first, written by my friend Ken, is about me. The second, written by me after he died, is about him. Anna at Four Years…
Winter 2024
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