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Quorum

Half of us wish the angels would stay forever.  Half want them to  leave  now.  Both factions admit that angels hold mirrors to the abyss inside us.  We too hover just above despair.  They are winged, is all, and more beautiful. Being eternal, they tell fewer stories.  We  are  narrative  little  mortals;  there  are  hours  of argument  while  angels  […]

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A Mermaid Looks at 40

I didn’t think much About trading my voice and scales away When I fell into the air and happily drowned:              As long as we’re happy I happily said, air drunk Love mad—              I continued, happily All the years after Keeping peace Between sea and land Ensuring everyone was happy Because I thought […]

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Empty Music

Sometimes it gets dark in here, I need your eyes To hollow it down for me. My blood is sanguine, My heart, so steep, I imagine what it means to be Remembered this way. A dancing fire hatching Itself into a conflagration. I do not believe that I Somehow outgrew this body, because how else […]

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The Truth About Wolves

      They will tell you lies about wolves, My darling: that you contain just two And can feed only one, and this shapes you. No. Not you. You are full of wolves, The whole pack, tumbling pups, Grizzled elders, howling, nipping— You can feed them all. Angry wolf Will hunt beside nurturing wolf— They are […]

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Nuclear Deterrence Doll

     First it’s a girl, then the world with half the land greyed out, then it’s a cloud, then a curl of smoke with plush debris. First it’s fifty, then eighty dollars, marking the years after the first Fat Man literally dropped, then due to high demand it’s out of stock, then free. First it’s […]

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machining of little moons

      the moon sent me her daughters     for safekeeping     hard bodies overworked     thrumming wires     rooted     in the corrosive vastness stars   machine-like flowers cut     again and again     beheaded     knee-deep in the serving     oil     petals rusted by the sunshine     the control panel       at the back of their necks        tightly fastened       they forgot to open      up their marrow       up        towards their mother       under overwhelming weight    […]

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The Parsley Girl

      I. The parsley girl is trickier than you think. Wouldn’t you be, if your own mother sold you to a witch for a bundle of parsley? Winter had come and she was craving anything green, would have eaten grass if a blade had been poking through the snow. The witch did not particularly want […]

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