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Poetry

Map-Making

In the pre-apocalypse, my sister finds herself driving her car across the country alone with the tornadoes and I can hear the wind from here. She is fine, but I am—helpless—adding roads to her map and water-bodies, sometimes towers which hide wizards, and portals in which we all come undone, those are for later, mostly, […]

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Áhàméfùla

I realize now that our experiment was great water Into which I was to dissolve, my cells’ unlocked membranes Giving me the lie as I grasp at old bonds of matter, As movement boils from my stretched meat, as thought boils from my brains.   Unbearable brightness of the other falling debris Closer to event […]

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The Captain Flies

Tell me true, friends: how often have you thought of Captain Hook as a disabled man? -Amanda Leduc   in the sea-tilt sway of my bed, i exhale, starbound. with a fistful of childhood i witness in technicolor, the performance of the boy the ship the hook the tick tock tick tock tic Neck to […]

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Radioactivity

Data is not an element that has ever been bloodless.   Ranunculus aquatilis and radium. One has petals that are pale in vases and reflect moonlight the other walks in empty spaces, and footprints glow behind it.   Marie Curie was poisoned by her blood. She kept radium in her pocket it bit her with […]

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Sonnet for the Aglæcwif

Classic mum-in-law she was, Ma Grendl: mood scorpio, wirehaired, snagged in the trap of always having been a loving much- beloved mum, no more—suddenly stuck   on the wrong side of the story: Beast. Creeping through Hero’s brackish fits & tweets, she’s damp of neck, bent of knee, tarsals swollen thick as trees. The They […]

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Hitobashira

Every year the water flows up to the banks and beyond, reaching slick algae fingers to the sky: betrayal of an old one-eyed widow, her son never looked after nor given a samurai’s sword. And now you have her tears greening your lands, not salty, but fetid and harsh stink rising in the bright wet […]

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Collection

The day I collected my soul, the cranberries lost their innocence, twining on my doorknob in a search for something sweet. It was nearly sunset, and the mole people scuttled underground with badges and tales of espionage, the orchards dripping with caterpillars. Dark clouds almost sang my feet to sleep when a splitting echo poured […]

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