Sleeping with Myself
I exist in a field of landmines, never quite sure when one will go off or why.
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Posts Tagged: night terrors
Death, Memory, and Other Superpowers
There was no cedar chest filled with tissue-wrapped rattles, handprint art projects, and bronzed baby shoes. Our parents never spoke of our missing sister.
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Repel the Wind
Why would I ask for my sanity from the Devil as I sleep walk, only to give it up again to the Holy Spirit?
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The Saturday Rumpus Essay: The Kill Shot
1964, a month prior to the anniversary of JFK’s assassination, a different home movie shot. Infant toss. Up-down. Plummeting. I’m ten months of age—picking up speed.
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