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Poetry

Overboard

Ready to swallow the fallen, the sea swells. "The waters want me," Jonah cries, running, running, always running away.
September 21, 2021
Poetry

The Name

I promise not to miss this gift—helleborus—poisonous kin of buttercups that bloom all year.
September 14, 2021
Poetry

Cracks

Along the way, she stops from time to time, to draw a penny from its woolen sack; as if to plant the earth with what's sublime she'll press it down within a sidewalk crack.
August 31, 2021