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The okra, right now, all heart, is putting on its flowers underneath her voice, which, I swear, makes the trees stop growing for however many seconds she decides to talk about how the phone lines used to be connected, and…

The future an accordion of paper dolls, countless wraps made with the same variety of deli meats. Meat dolls,paper dolls. Who is the accountant of these meals, these paltry wishes exchanged over hoppy small batch beers secretly owned by global…

It really is a lovely and clarifying tradition I participate in, having eyes and skin. It makes green the tree and darkens the walk. I am unruly at thinking, looking down a street or I gasp, seeing a wasp near…

could not know your dazzle in all its power a brilliance from inside that dark center otherwise stark gaze gleams

Only my shadow is real: upon its shoal, waves bend and break. No need to write an argument for shade –

Don’t nod, borrow or rob. Live not on evil,

Magdalena was shaping small pools of water in pockets of stone. A bare-faced ibis sounded his quintuplet alarm when you turned to me to say you’d stopped the medications one month ago. The head pain, back pain, tremors, the cytomegalovirus—too…

so that the sounds of daily living become a part of the ritual as public as private as life but also so that when I sit in the dark on the couch paying the bills my face illuminated by the…

in a woodstove. Some warmth returns to my life, some looking-after feeling, some protective force for what is tender, vulnerable and lost in me until now. What a joy