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    • When you’re not lost and everybody’s looking for you, this is where you are

      Watching your breath cloud and dissipatein the pink winter morning. Chatting with chickadees about the old…

    • Body found on roof of local pizza shop on Valentine’s Day, death ruled suicide

      You know, the name doesn’t matter, grand scheme. CV this, survived by that. Every hieroglyph is…

    • Hook, line, and sinker

      Look, aren’t we all just tossing dimes in the same fountain, not believing and sorta secretly…

    • Memento

      I want to live in a plain wooden box underneath your bed. I want to wait…

    • A lady has no past

      A child doesn’t either. Listen, don’t you have sweeter elixirs than this to drown me with?…

    • Will everything be okay?

      Will everything be okay?

      Everything? No, not everything. Something will go sideways. Deadlines missed. Phone calls dropped. Words unsaid. Planes delayed.At best, you…

    • How to ruin your reputation

      First, be a poet. Speak only in rhyme, riddle, and metaphor until confusion melts the wax…

    • An animal’s view on personal data

      Months later, squirrels remember where acorns sleep. Siri, find my stash.

    • An invitation

      I know a place where time is green where weeping trees will wave hellowhere every face…

    • “All free will is the biology we haven’t figured out yet.”

      Inside I am not a steady tapping morse codebut a rising / falling tide of runoff…

    • This is how the Spirit pleads

      This is how the Spirit pleads: in flashing lines of poetry When prose is paved with…

    • The road to hell is a roundabout

      The road to hell is a roundabout The path a screeching left Your seat inside the…

    • On knowing oneself through the process of elimination

      I know exactly who I am which is to sayI know exactly who I am not.…

    • Self-portrait in solitude, late January #1

      She collects words and rocks them in her arms like a mother would her baby:Sallow, nighthawk,…

    • Asking permission

      Can I be frank? Can I howl to you at midnight when the moon is drunk…

    • Dirge for a summer in Warren

      An instinct to come, an instinct to golike birds to the south away from the snow…

    • Horus the chameleon

      Horus the chameleon has sneaky porous skin. He waves his pearly crystals and the magic poisons…

    • Yet another personification of a battered heart

      She picked the room with just enough space for two people and a poltergeist. She sat…

    • Wallflowers in love

      the best part about libraries is they, like you, are quiet but full of all the…

    • Vignette in which nothing happens and everything happens at once

      Alden Harris boarded the train, heading south and north and up and away all at the…

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