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In Midnight Orchards

In Midnight Orchards                         for Dragan, these haikus and lines The sunset falls like              gold over water: softly, deliberately, before the white horse envelops the sky. Then, there is the moon—             followed by the apple trees. Your dreams, long and dark —like seamless flowers—and later, the wind in your hands. My skin               converts… Read More In Midnight Orchards

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The Snowman.

It’s winter—and we’re walking on a path where there used to be leaves. You point me in the direction of where the car ran off, right there, right behind a series of bushes that look like birds, the skeleton of a path left over beneath the trees. A mailbox marks the place, red with rust… Read More The Snowman.

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The Sensitive Nature of Rain [revised]

The gentle faces fall and collect, fall like deer into the field— over and over like soft moons. * You remember her skin and how it rang with moonlight. And though the moon may never sing, the image made sense— the way that shine seemed to quantify sound.

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