Beloved— your touch is on my mind again like pins under my fingernails. I hope the figure you only see out of the corner of your eye is shaped like…
He was a king. Too often do many fail to remember so. He was a king that liked to be entertained, one that enjoyed the company of colourful lords and…
The well on the ranch was five foot deep. The water was clear and cold. The afternoon summer sun had been very hot on the girl’s back and she knew…
Through the woods, she is running, dethroning branches, cobwebs, crimson leaves that have yet to fall. She is not aware of which direction she is headed, only the inherent instinct…
what is inside you, toad what witness your ancient eyes did she carry you in her pocket did her fingers caress the bulbs and craters of your skull did…
The doors of the store you pass every day but never noticed before slide open with a pling, starting your journey. You’re welcomed by shelves of potatoes, carrots and tomatoes…
In Jackson’s house, the television loomed over the living room. Under the TV were board games. Jackson was the king of checkers. His brother even made a crown for him…
—For Jaxton Angela met him on a Tuesday. She didn’t know him at the time, or she’d never have made the deal. As it was, she’d just come from the…
River water strong like God’s hands holding fast to my bones, clasped around Achilles tendon: an anklet turned ball-and-chain. Slight as dirt under rugs, I am swept headlong into watery basement where direction is…
There is a ghost in my kitchen. She’s standing behind me. While I peel the plantains, she leans forward and askes, “Why didn’t you love me? Why? Why? Why?” I…
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