The Manger

  Merry Christmas, Everyone! Whether or not you’re a believer, I hope you enjoy your day with friends and family, build a snowman or stay…

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Caterpillar Towns

  consider their bodies—each separate bead a head—the string of brains arch like drumming fingers, or rather, the knuckles. survival in a smaller form. like…

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At Dusk

  Out on a walk, I saw two girls screaming through a two-seater swing, two fans of blonde hair. There was a hill in the…

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In Utero

  You are becoming too much for me. I find it difficult to read poetry, to read anything. I roll onto my side, the book…

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