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  • [There was the way his mother]

    There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.

  • Happy Hour

    I wasn’t supposed to touch the two glazed ceramic turtles

  • Mangos | Talking Animals | Bringing Things Back From the Woods

    We did not have mango trees back home on the prairies.  The climate and soil conditions were not conducive to that

  • A Brief Portfolio

    A murder of crows wing black vectors across

  • A SHOUT FROM THE DARK

    If like a Buddhist I accepted the world

  • Museling, a Pastoral

    I’m reading a poem by a young woman,

  • Ruler of Everything

    The Ruler of Everything proclaims blood-colored

  • 36.

    A woman was choked by a metal shackle

  • A Brief Portfolio

    Faces pass by like unheard explanations

  • Derealization

    I left my body in Barnes & Noble

  • Bailed Out

    And once we climbed over the wire fence

  • N32P28

    Do not treasure or belittle,