Tag: Editor’s Pick
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Whiff
It’s either the thunder or the rock music that rouses me. I awake to the sound of clouds cracking open…
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Letter to E. from Tumacácori Mission
Dear E., When their vespers finally cease,I dream of fingerless men fingeringtheir other hands, itching for prayer beads.Only rosaries strung…
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The Whiteboard
In violation of hospital policy, someone who worked the night shift had placed a water bottle on the desk at…
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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…
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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 keening.Stones shrieking.…
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connections
mycorrhizae white threads webs screens and antennae buried in loam i’ve got no connection in the woods …
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Gaza stone
if you try to remember Gaza before, a place you know only from war the memory plays like a grainy…
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requiem for a satellite (open the sky)
cool metal traveler, did the burn of reentry feel like one last warm embrace from the haloed mother sun, radiant…
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Who wants to be E. L. Doctorow?
I traveled a long way to find the workman,whose nameless eyes prefigured my arrival.“They said you died of natural causes,”…
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No Egress
We were newly married, which is to say we had become a single, awkward fact in the eyes of the…