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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. No big deal. I’m turning thirty next year, so delays are normal.…
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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…
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Gaza stone
if you try to remember Gaza before, a place you know only from war the memory plays like…
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The Night My Daughter Saw Emily Dickinson’s Ghost, White Dress and All
Early April, the cruelest of months, over 20 years ago… On the night my daughter—my only daughter—thought …
Mortality Mediated
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A Lament Rises from the Nursing Home
My father is unshaven as though he just woke –grey stubble on bruised skin.What time is it? he asks. It’s 3 pm, I answer.Shouldn’t I be asleep? he asks.His eyes…
Winter 2024
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