Fall 2019/Winter 2020

Reckoning

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Fall 2019/Winter 2020 ♦
You keep your failures close, intimate as unwashed sheets—that colleague’s novel left untouched in its box, a dead friend’s corpus of poems that will not see print, an ex-husband who can’t be shaken loose, a lover who comes close but not closer. Here is your photo gallery: mountain landscapes emptied…
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Moving Home

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Fall 2019/Winter 2020 ♦
Old men sing themselves to sunstroke in idling vans, their grown children inside buying out of season vegetables. We treat our youth like succulents on blistered windowsills, the memory of sustenance  enough for us. We keep flattening the dust, the way a highway grinds the shade to pulp, a longitude…
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Storm Watch

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Fall 2019/Winter 2020 ♦
I have just enough of instinct left to know these signs of rain: an insect too routine for memory flits sideways; a squirrel reports his body’s arc into the greasy breeze between a low stone wall and a shade tree. The dish-pale sink of sky sucks out a lottery of…
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A Bouquet

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Fall 2019/Winter 2020 ♦
Iris The calico’s eyes bloom blue-yellow in the window sill, alchemical gold. Sunflower Towering over wired archways, these guardians of hoop houses offer their bodies for butter, oil, lotion, birdfeed, or biodiesel. Poppy Armistice & remembrance, women who caught whiffs of independence in a San Franciscan back alley way. Morning…
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Creation Myth

Creation Myth

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Fall 2019/Winter 2020 ♦
After Ken Burns’s Country Music, episode one What if the world wasn’t spoken into existence but sung, chanted, passed down? Chicken one day, feathers the next. It must have been obnoxious, all that yodeling at the end of every sentence while Experience coated the ground. There was a time when…
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