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October 23, 2013

the foghorn

from up hereperched on spongy earthI see an ocean that is not the oceanan invasiona legion of hungry ghostsadvancing on a tall cityswallowing it uperasing it one […]
September 21, 2013

a distant spring

touching the newborn skin of autumn my fingertips cold and electric the air here is wet and heavy an infusion sinking deep into my body like […]
August 28, 2013

the prodigal gardener

Exhausted August lavender, in monotone singing, I planted two summers ago only to abandon it ruefully at season’s end taking leave, also, of myself.  But here again, […]
August 17, 2013

sleeping in a borrowed bed

Sleeping in a borrowed bed my back, my hips readjusting to the well-worn contours of another’s sleep of many nights spent in the same bed in […]