Thanks to Jonathan Edwards Black spiders in my woodpileasterisk a sharp distinctionbetween their brisk compactionand…

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The day of the fitting I enter the basement of the Spinal Injuries Hospital. It…

Delicious Vowels This is how you sound.Like strips ofindecipherable syllablesfloating inside alullaby.This is how you…

Postmortem Listen: imagine yourbody next to mine.Think of the knifethat drew my thin spine open.…

Writing on the Wall On the heels of the sirenA hissing undertow Back-bending sea-oatsPalm fronds…

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