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that copper taste in a disappointed mouth (a shadorma) the stench of burnt birthday candle and lost wish,burned-out star that crashes before it’s caught. fireflies dead in jars. falling stars (a triolet) do they count themselves lucky, tooas they fall like fire from the sky? with their … Continue reading
Take a seat. Place smells like cigarettes, overpriced tuna and chips. We’re dealing with sibling rivalry and deep regrets. It’s no secret: it’s the pits! Status report: Nobody’s goin’ anywhere yet. It’s tempting to just call it quits. We’re dealing … Continue reading
Keep this under your hat, beneath your skin: let’s begin as smashed hope and promise, a small smidgen of something sound. This stopwatch is set to ‘run’ – maybe we’ll see our turn and learn a thing or two, one … Continue reading
…from some distance, Someone might have thought I was making a fire in my hands. – from Oranges, by Gary Soto .. We have not yet peeled the sun from this insignificant sky, some bright bartered distance between us … Continue reading
.. Watch the way the asphalt holds the sky, taking more than its fair share and holding concrete breath. Beware the way the treasures of the magpie turn the sidewalks to golden light. Things are not as they appear. Watch … Continue reading
(an ovillejo) written for dVerse.