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Before the first strike of the chisel, she was stone. Ten sweat-grimed men worked quickly cutting into the ribs of a mountain that held...

I smelled him before I saw him, the pungent draft of maraschino and cigar smoke smacking sobriety into my rum-drunk skull. Three days on...

Numb and in a quandary—  Dazed, disengaged, stymied.  Here is your birth chart,  which I have calculated  and drawn by hand.  I deliver...

Where will you find another  Garden now the storm falls  in folds of black crepe, bars  of the wicket door are closed  with a padlock,...

I only ever see the moon in the morning early— before you’re awake— as birdsong first trills from hallowed branches to welcome the...

My mind, memories, and soul came into being—like waking up, only somehow, I was already awake. My dim cabin aboard the Samsa was more...

cough in your throat, snake in the woodpile, outside, the poets remember too loudly— quiet, please, time is passing. every morning cracks...

It was time to venture out again. He didn’t particularly enjoy these journeys, but at least they were a reason to escape the monotony...

When my father was teaching me how to ride a bike, he also taught me about sin. We lived in Vienna, just having arrived from Minnesota....

there is more than one way to look at it.  outside the wood gift shop there is the desert, the gray hill  but the scrub shivers like...

Nobody batted an eye while the man with the carrion-crow mask handed the little girl flowers of violet. Not even the young farmhand, who...

When the velvet greens are washed with rain and dirt,  And the dirt is washed with hands like the surgery of a seed— The child I once...

I. Camellian She was made in the image of Camellia. Her lips boasted a cherry blossom, carved carmine cheeks dripped into her yellow...

With enough years of practice, I easily store six days  of outfits in a single backpack pocket Crumpled five dollar bills tucked in...

The breeze blew only so softly, the dandelions merely teasing their release. The entire field waved with the gentle wind. Massive stones...

My arrowroot forgives me easily For lax unintentional dry spells when Leaf blades fold in when parched, like palms upright, Tight clasped...

Necklaces of jasmine-flowered words cling to the throats of whimsical tourists before blending with the bustle of Bangkok like clownfish...

A haziness obscures the horizon as I look for boats and islands on the Mediterranean Sea, or more precisely at them for no other reason...

First morning in Spain, not counting when the plane landed and we rushed language-less to find customs and our bags, I am sitting at the...

An emboldened doe bakes in Liverpool under heated greens & beech limbs. Its red dew soaks the edges of its shallow birth. A fermentation...