Category: Volume 8 | 2026
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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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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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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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Gallows
Cape Mendocino sunset. Which forgotten goddess taught the sky to die so well?I fled westward, always westward. Old myths and…
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Going Back
My friends say don’t go back to Florida,say vote with your wallet,say he doesn’t deserve your dollars or your presence,and…
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muscle memory
I grab my coffee the ladies who call me mija never charge me for The Drag is cracked and filled…
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Overcast, 1945
1 They had him living in a gray brick apartment building on the only intact block on Hohensteiner Str. His…
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The Biggest Room in the City
She hated the Sunday dress her mother had picked out for her at the Northwood Mervyn’s, which had a thousand…