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Lost is Forgotten
She is lost in her black ball cap and black padded coat. At least 7 rows off until her vehicle comes into sight. She still recognizes it today but how…
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Lost is Forgotten
She is lost in her black ball cap and black padded coat. At least 7 rows off until…
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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.…
Mortality Mediated
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Tenderness and Rot, or Why I Should Be Allowed to Burn Down the Peabody
The Yale Peabody Museum’s ornithology laboratory struggles mightily to enforce separation between “observer and observed,” as all good Western scientists must. And yet, mocking the laboratory’s attempts at sterility, the…
Winter 2024
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