I noticed the correlation between secrets and smells from the confines of my dad’s house. Later, I discovered that both coexist outside as well. On one Saturday morning, my brother…
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The halo told me I was on the edge, and this wasn’t a simple hangover from Benny’s Halloween party. The alarm clock, the ceiling light, even my bedroom door, all…
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THE NEXT WAVE They might think that our gym obsession is about exercise, a healthy lifestyle, a swimsuit body, but we know better. We say nothing as we steadily climb…
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Image Credit: Daiga Ellaby Before we met in person, we talked on the telephone, matching alto timbres warm in our ears. This was decades before you could spit in a…
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Seamstress of Bandages I cannot eliminate desire Like monks can but I can blunt my Self in other ways in daily ritual before…
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Artwork: Carter Vintage Guitars by Vermillion Murals / Photo: Nashville Public Art Blog Honeygo Blvd. to the Megabus stop in the vast unending lot beyond the mall, where Maryland displays a faded watercolor…
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Constraint by Delia Tramontina Dancing Girl Press, 2019 Delia Tramontina’s brilliantly constructed debut of warm, challenging, muscular maximalist statement poetry that appeals at least as much to the suggestive…
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* * * Those first days in Moscow, they were the enemy: their gray down gathering in corners like the frail remains of long dead cicadas. their droppings scarring the…
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It was to be the show’s last season. There had been too many lawsuits by kin of the deceased. Still, ratings were astronomical. And Kris Calhoun was determined to make…
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Image Credit: Mercedes Floresislas-Medina “I’m a therapist. I’m a psychotherapist. I’m a mental health professional. Repeat. And breathe. Don’t forget to breathe. Breathe.” I’m frazzled by the lack of sleep…
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The Boneyard, The Birth Manual, A Burial: Investigations into the Heartland by Julia Madsen Trembling Pillow Press, June 2018 104 pages / Amazon How does one know one’s own…
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Chicken Vigil Who will believe me when I say my hens forgo their daily dig for bugs and choose instead to sit like saffron Buddhas beside their sister-hen whose legs…
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There are so many ways to tell a story about desperation, and I have considered them all. I keep coming back to the same dark room in an eighth-floor Chicago…
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image: “Congo Square” by Adéwálé Adénlé For Harold Battiste, Jr. In New Orleans, I saw a reflection of myself in a stranger’s marbled tombstone. I turned away, but in…
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