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Tuesday Without Appendix Warm day for walkabout but Terry’s bundled in sweater, wool hat. His body feedback is fucked because on Christma... -
Night Walk A spotted fawn wades the muddy brook. As hooves sink into the muck, as I blink—holy shit!—she transforms into a human. A gi... -
and the rain begins the only sound, this morn a soft sheet of music as a million felt-tip pens with green ink dot notes for a dance over d... -
Three Story House We muscled the heavy, squinted the fine, made decisions you can’t design on paper but only with fingers in the moment.... -
Hummingbirds hover And yet here we are while brightly colored drones with needle lips invade by hundreds, by thousands from Canada to ... -
Atlantic City At a virgin age freshly growing fuzz I’m walking the chilly beach— cross under a pier where smell is greenly wet. A man ... -
Casey Road Tell no one of this road remote beneath modest mountain between curtains of forest. A few tire track slots blocked by chains,... -
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San Gregorio General Store How I love the young woman with slender fingers who takes my book from the shelf—blows dust from the top—ben... -
Help My neighbor, a beauty, runs naked into the woods chanting a sing-songy "Help me, help help, me me." I find her rolling in ... -
A feral calico cat used to sleep in my truck like a ghost leaving the driver’s seat warm but gone when I’d arrive. Heard me, sharp ears. S...
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