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As I stared into the eyes of Michael Cohenon the Lucky’s market television; blinded by humanity or lack thereof.I saw a system which breeds...

I am the tinker-toy derelict in the corn;you are the plucky jalopy in the public pool.I mean to say, meet me in the delicatessen;leave...

Thanks for stoplights, to notice pink waves of dawn, reflected from sandstone foothills, that drift across my windshield Thanks for hold buttons, for forced moments to focus...

                            Dawn hesitated,                  Behind the clouds                           Clawing, at the                Dark summit scrapple                           And brought to her                Were age quivers                           Of bird shadows                From sun flights. Kristen Marshall is a founding member of Boulder...

In grief:Take as longa roadas you need,mingling withheartbreakingholy darknessgiving spaceto each chasmcalling for tending. When emerging,coming up for breathhold firm in keepinglightalive and well,find ways...

Crows and snow a tethered world monochromatic static, white noise of sight like floaters, skittery images through flakes the size of quarters, and feathered balls of birds sitting it out on sugared...

Think of nothing . . .  without thinking of something. Can you comprehend no beginning and no end? For nothing always never was the absence of existence. Our     ...

No matter what the grief, its weight,we are obliged to carry it.We rise and gather momentum, the dull strengththat pushes us through crowds.And then...

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...

Recovering Irecover likestrength sappedfrom maple treesawaiting syruplike a broken stirrupon a runawaysteed its rider upsidedown being draggedoff intoa distance unasked forunknown or a ghostunwilling to admitthat deathhas brought the end ofbreath the sounds ofa...

Eleanor’s childhood was still standing at the corner of Maple and Eighth. It had always been, seemed like it always would be. When she...

I see him, maybe a 100 yds off, drunkenly moving from car to car checking to see if anyone left a door unlocked. Nope....