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Sycamore Gap
Sycamore Gap Why did the boy cut the tree down? Maybe because he started to say something once But his father cut him off (from then on he carried an…
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Bath Bomb
Bath Bomb Standing in line she figures she can’t afford Not to buy the rose petal bath bomb Cleverly placed for someone like her to see Amongst the…
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Actual Light
Today I’m directing Substack readers to this piece I just had published in the phenomenal journal The Point…
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The Diver
The Diver I think I’ll stay down here Where things are simpler. Men I trained Gaze down into the green water, Waiting for me to surface With the first…
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The Glass
The Glass I broke a glass in the sink. The consequence of my carelessness was that I had to pay attention. A sort of ticket. I turned off the politics…
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Summer, School
Summer, School Silent have fallen the locker-loud halls. Half the lockers, if you were to pull them, You’d find were open. In the rush to leave, They…
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The Heart
The Heart It is always night for the heart. Night the only shift it takes, And no daylight to sleep through. No sleep. Knocking on a door No one will…
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Abbott
Abbott If we throw our fear into the interior Maybe then We’ll feel our legs again Stand and Go walking under the trees Without fear Because we threw it…
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The Forest Before Us
The Forest Before Us The deer were scared Of norhing. Antlers big As chandeliers Threw a bony light over The kitchen-colored leaves. Night fell hand In…
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Casey's Gas Station: Cass County, Iowa
Casey's Gas Station: Cass County, Iowa You're welcome To take A coffee Cup. For what? Well, For your sun Flower Shells.
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Kafka
Kafka It’s time to go to work. A Tuesday, say. Rain falling, the sun squandering its strength Over a landscape composed of gray clouds. The bridges of…
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Swig
Swig Beer bottles left on fence posts He was too drunk to hit Have since filled with rain. All he has to do is take A single swig from one And he’d be…
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