1. One Week in July

    Aujourd’hui, maman est morte — Albert Camus I. Forty Minutes to Goodbye You drive the familiar roads home but there’s nothing  familiar about them this time: home is a fleeting place.  You drive faster, wanting to put it all behind you  wake up 20 years later instead, not knowing the…

  2. American Sunrise

    The things we do in secret to prepare for the Apocalypse  I have always known the ending carry the same evil inside my body injected by my ______’s penis five or six years old the same evil Uncle Sam is pumping into your children  I demand awakening through the  gateway…

  3. Heaven is Blurry

    Heaven is blurrylike the window far off in the porcelain’s reflection  promises of peace like the beat of your heart  murmuring its song in my ear lulling the body back to life.

  4. A Living Sacrifice

    You asked whether All the king’s horses And all the king’s men Could ever put Stephanie back together again Sometimes that’s the point of healing And sometimes it’s not Every system is different They say I run a boarding house for divergent emotions  Inside my body No matches, sharps, or…

  5. A Woman’s Body

    you think it will never happen again you step off the shore you are vanishing while around you the darkness coming down a woman’s body called spring floating around in the darkness your soul won’t listen so you relax  you don’t fight it anymore your throat swells as it beats…

  6. Experience

    to begin again this time knowing what we do now a quiet hope shards of light in Mason jars playing childhood playing June the scream always dying in your throat when nights were long lying at the top of the stairs listening for it to be over and then  Portrait

  7. But You Don’t

    for Christmasyou can have a raincheckan IOU for the things we’d doif you felt anything at all for me. Portrait credit: Nelson Jaimes

  8. A Spinning Wheel

    Sometimes it doesn’t matter what you’ve done, what you didn’t do, what you look like, what age you are, any of it. Nothing matters at all. You have no control. Your parents don’t love you. No one loves you, not the actual you, the scared child, the terrified adult. The…

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    Only the wrens dare get close
land on the table
puff out their chests
observe and flit
flit and observe  Their activity contrasts your lethargy
soaking up the slanted rays of the
 Autumn sun
different than before.  You are here now like you were then
only you guess at the…

  10. Soul Moves West Upon Death of Body

    “In Abenaki tradition, souls move west upon the death of the body.” You used to dream, big open spaces and the mountains stretching out forever. The west. Always the west. It was your first love. Where you got married. The ocean, blue expanse, the cliffs and switchbacks, Redwoods reaching high…

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