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A Theory of Falling

What a good use of time falling is & regardless of the into, i.e. a pile of leaves, their rustle, a love, the little sigh a bed...

I Develop A Crush on My Psychiatrist

And here she is: thirst. A parable about a drowning man. A skull found by the edge of a river. Gully of a mouth, bank of a woman....

amercurial

may it remain unchartered, chatter of latesinging mockingbirds, it is daybreak no matter when awakened. how else to halt the haunting but to avoid the night? all...

Codex

We sandbag the ventricle leak of ancient light to restore haloes to the right objects –freezers, turn signals, microwaves. Everything is early, spry with milt, the delicate...

Underfunded

Robert’s black hi-top fade has been dyed blue this week, and after I teach the prompt to prepare these third and fourth graders to write poems on constellations they’ve created by connecting the...

Chapter Five: [How to Survive Deadly Diseases]

The following is a list of possible illnesses one may face during an expedition and the essential tools to survive. LOST-FOG ++++++++++++Fire-mirrors, ++++++blanket shelter, stone saw, ++++++++++++opticompass,...

Welcome to Troy

  Image: Supplied by the author. Kasha Gauthier: In the Spring of 2020, I traveled weekly from Boston to my hometown in NH. My dad...

Nacre

+++I am the remnant for my mother’s cousin Pearl, a totem standing in the shoes she had worn +++in my mother’s affections. I’m not sure anymore how, of...

Summer. You.

What tells you ripeness, Love? What tells you wonder? To green a bud to bloom, to burst, to plunder Spring’s Dear light. Who is most wonderful?...

Tornado Back Home

It was the sound of stirring stone fruits In a stationary blender, and the screens Guarded discernment, and slats faced the wrong Way, smoke alarm pierced with...

On Seeing You, My Son, Overmedicated for the First Time

I drive us through the drive-thru & you misaim the fries to your mouth; flimsy, undercooked strands dropping on your lap, in the crack beside the...

Wasted

1. On the darkest days of pandemic I avoid the rooms with the tools I could easily use to kill myself. I’ve almost certainly witnessed a few animals die of their own volition. Squirrels, insects, a...