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The night of handsome stars dishevels faint moonlight. We were encroaching answers while better questions wrote elegantly on missing green stones. All our wrongs drown in September’s river rush, somewhere pooled with strange kindness. Unfortunate misdemeanors muddled plans to take … Continue reading →

Darkness lifts the wake of dreams. The broken narratives untangle in small-window sunlight. The boat left in the snow next winter harbors blackbirds you can count on two cold hands. Let’s say the scars on your face shall heal. The … Continue reading →

To think about not thinking about the mourning doves was still thinking about them. So still in the backyard, talking of sorrow. We had been navigating through childhood neighborhoods to rescue magnolias. Driving diagonally through crisscrossed streets for a new … Continue reading →

Winter froze violins under the lake in sixteenth notes; sheet music mocking ancient heroes too tired to navigate Thursday. Proclamations became frozen birds in a reel of forgetting that the moon mourned lost footprints. The children hoarded magic under porch … Continue reading →

It was more difficult when others watched the inevitable splintering. Other times, being unseen for too long was dangerous. When all was said and done, the finish line might be cursory illusion. The start gate, after all, had been jarring, … Continue reading →

The news loops and re-loops until tomorrow’s loop loops the next tomorrow. We are naming the butterflies before the frost settles in. The storm windows are winning against us in light only painters can manipulate. Words are trite in the … Continue reading →

I swept the sun from the garage floor because everything hurt in reverse, and I couldn’t climb up to catch the autumn leaves as if someone were listening. No one shows up for the conversation about Monday mediocrity at the … Continue reading →

The brain wanted to be skin that healed quickly. Skin wanted to feel abstractions like hierarchy or revenge. Stars wished upon falling humans. Someone waited at the bottom of the stairs to catch the subject of the study. There was … Continue reading →

The moon is venting tonight. The clock sticks to its rungs. You’re swimming underwater toward something prehistoric. Climbing a hill that doesn’t go anywhere through cloud. No one visits that many miles away from the setting sun. One hand can … Continue reading →

Some of the dead keep growing old with us. They watch us breathing green light after a storm, playing word games none of us wins, paying dues in a strange currency that fell under the sea. The loneliness was too … Continue reading →