* * * Peacock So much love, and it can do nothing against death! —César Vallejo It lies by the motorway’s rain-shrouded shoulder, motionless & mud-robed. Orphaned __________by the morning…
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On Route 17M, heading toward New Jersey for Aunt Mary’s wake, my father asks me to keep an eye on the pond at the Goshen exit. At 70 mph, I…
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* * * Portrait of Chanel Miller as Swift From the air, everything dwarfed: trumpet vines bright against the languid morning, the salt ponds gleaming tiny, pink scales on the…
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I bow to you, heron. I bow to stepping out of fear. I bow to patience and focus. I bow to stepping into my power. I bow to risk and…