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Wednesday, March

I demand a day without so much fucking sky. Or, so much brown earth, flattened as though rolled and pinned by the muted white firmament. I loved it...

Thinning to Fable

Inside the house no snow No wood of footbridges dark with a staying wet in a forest black with green and lore with white But burning hands under...

Leave Me Alone

I return to something like consciousness lying outside the gate in the driveway, partly in the county road. Our big akitas whine and leap...

First a light, then–

“Tag, you’re it,” cancer says and you fall down the hole, you or someone you love. Your father, a friend from work, the wife of the youth...