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we find ourselves this long morning of this long week children of division some of us already know this place grew out of it like weeds in sidewalk cracks we...

Smiling at the paper:  it’s telling him a secret (the secret of the margin-labyrinth) Look at the sky—it’s much closer here. Hazel starry The long eyelashes.       (more...

...TELL. STORIES. The art to propel The electric current Shooting off the table. The fork extending from the carcass, The fork sticking out of the socket Buzzing with a potential...

Ruby studded sky, the horizon calls to me. It knows my name by heart. I have stood here all eternity, watching a coral glow of evening, as geese fly...

Walking around the lake this afternoon, something about the cottonwood leaves, strewn along the shore, and how the colors glowed, and the reflections in the water slowed me...

I’ve always had a hard time expressing myself,” says poet Andrea Gibson. It’s hard to believe, especially since Gibson has made a career doing just...

As I lay here watching the world crumble from my phone screen, I look outside my window. The trees stand as per usual.This time covered in...

Waking up each morning Pieces of my skin stick to my sheets Flesh unbound, pulling away A viscous, visceral stretch in the direction of my movement, a line...

No clouds today but the sky is white: like a negative image of the night the air is coated the distant trees are gray, smothering the day in bleakness in poison in sadness as fires rage  further...

What is a Nihilist An ink blot and a reminder levied on ships that anchor in a port. A trial condemningthe leader of a dramatic chorus. It...

going through your instagram feed desperately trying to reconstruct your history artfully revealing yourself through clever angles and snapchat filters.  what happens when children lose sight of themselves via the...

had it been different had it been otherwise i might not have conceived such an elaborate disguise as we walked, that night along the river that cries for the damned,...