Daily Archives: November 19, 2015

Cracking Spines Open with Her Bare Hands

. Give her pages. A soft place. A warm cup. And enough. Enough time. Enough brain space. Enough traces of ink on her skin, as her fingers travel. Enough unraveling of her own self to allow her to swallow whole … Continue reading

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The poem’s the thing.

.. The thing has wheels, a bar -row. It’s red, and it matters. We don’t know why. It’s raining. There are chickens. (Whether or not they have yet crossed the road is open to interpretation.) They are white. (Lest ye … Continue reading

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