Tag: 45.2

The Owl and the Pussycat Went to Sea

“My brother is dying,” my mother tells me over the phone, her voice spilling down the line, a thin stream of water over the lip of a dam. My mother says the word dying like it’s a question. As...

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The Distance Sugarcane Travels

Careful, there’s little difference between the woody surface and the edible veins of the sugarcane. Carve the skin first to reveal the sweet blood that hums in your mouth until you’re chewing the...

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from The Wilderness in Which the “I” Cannot Exist (1)

“how liminally can the lyric exist,” I asked the wilderness & the wilderness just blinked. so I exited, stage-left, & offered only my agreeing with green: explosions of caricature I...

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Via Negativa

A mouth knows shapes for certain dying. Says lunulas grey-bluing like whites unseparated on laundry day. Murmurs knees violaceous mottling, plum over stone of cartilage and bone....

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The Year Between Storms

I reconsider the sea. How uncomfortable it makes me that water might decide what breathes & doesn't breathe. How the shape of water hides its cruelty. Unleashed,...

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Fourteen

and bandy-legged, I passed time among hills and hay, swam in dirty pools. The summer skies were green- eyed, the color of witches and grassy cow pies. I was greedy for...

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Winter Afternoon

Jacqueline Doyle   Manka curled up on her white linen couch with a glass of Pinot Noir and opened the new New Yorker to the fiction page. On the left there was an illustration of a snowy...

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Go Long

I was several blocks away, kicking a soccer ball against a cinder block wall. In the hospital that evening I stood alone in the fluorescent hall. I didn't believe a bit of it. Was Gawk in the room...

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More of a Bowerbird

The word “benign” has several meanings. It can mean kindly or harmless. Or gentle – which is nice. I thought it also meant “sitting around doing nothing,” but this incorrect. If you are...

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Conjure Woman

Do not make bones at me // I are soonly calcified // I are knowing of death and of burial // making your spells // into mush words remember how to incant this // I are not black in my father's...

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