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A funeral at sea

I’m in the habit of killing things, smashing small insects, tugging at the stems of tulips and tying flowers into my beloved’s dark hair. If you cut off my head I too will be a picked daisy and Kali will … Continue reading

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Paintings like prairie fires

Whose hands are these? that cover over other points of light standing on white canvasses. Who makes them green? Who holds the brushes? What colors doe she use? She fills the white spaces on the floor like water fills a … Continue reading

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Explosions in the Sestina

in my room at the end of the day, and you open your arms to my ghosts, though in your presence they are afraid, they are skittish things and only want to search, to seek to find a word to … Continue reading

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