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Category: Memory

Posted on January 23, 2021

Five inches of snow with coffee

And I’m left on the heels of that summer girl from summers ago…

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Posted on September 23, 2020November 26, 2020

Underneath the Echo

It’s like blow in a hollowlike didgeridoo —a coo into madnesslow slung lowhammock of an old song— numb, the breeze of hercool like swallow Come songCome song come gut come…

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Posted on April 19, 2020May 1, 2020

Without Power in the Basement Gardens of Grace

We had Yugo ham / ham on a string —tough in the closet. Fuck it was cold, like your breathhung for days in the candlelight,no different than that flat ass…

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Posted on April 15, 2020May 1, 2020

To My Brother

You found a pinky in the woodpile,underneath some wet leaves.You brought it back to the house,hairless and blind, shivering.Satch said it wouldn’t survive an hour,without its mom, without its nest,but…

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Posted on April 15, 2020May 1, 2020

The Top

I will tell you what I saw,when my eyes first opened. I will tell you how,in the first recollection,all things come to be: I was three years old,sitting on the…

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Posted on April 7, 2020May 1, 2020

Table Of Contents in a Book Unread

PrefaceShe Denies a Killing as Faith PresumesAnd the Old Dogs DieThree Books and a ShadowOn the Tower Overlooking the ChurchyardMigration and Other Foul WindsIn the Gamble of SavageryUpturn Cans as…

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Posted on April 5, 2020May 1, 2020

And Boys Play Savage in the Suburbs

We were friends once,before we sharpened scrapsfrom unfinished homesat the dead end of Cypress. We eyed ‘em true, those moldings,those sharp stones dug from the creekbed,those wires, thin and strong,each…

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Posted on March 27, 2020May 1, 2020

Once the Pagans of Patapsco Wood

We laid snake bone by the rootsof the four trees fused at the waist. We dug tourmaline in the creekbed,dry that time of year and every yearbetween honeysuckle loam and…

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