Category Archives: Reprint

Ice Cream and Apostles

I sit in the back of the taxi, rolling from side to side every time we turn the corner. The narrow streets of Prague bend randomly. Fluff from the hole in the upholstery sticks to my lips. At one point … Continue reading

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Dawn’s eastern fabric

The lantern’s torn; warm light spread to yellow parchment from the paper in her palm. What was a girlish hand claws at the wrinkled sea which draws us on to separate from our familiar body as the party beckons, even … Continue reading

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Recycling

When Dad had his easy operation he quit smoking, cold turkey, and Peggy and I traced and crayoned the encyclopedia’s glossy plates. I gave him a cardinal, a goldfinch, a blue jay and still know those basic colors, their cocked … Continue reading

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Archetypes

I was another puzzle piece placed in the archetype of a boy and his dad. He used to teach me how to ride a bike. He’d pick me up whenever I cried; bruised knees, bleeding. Lazy Sunday afternoons, crispy snacks … Continue reading

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Chinese Tea

The fishing drink, as my father calls it, with a thin string that grows from its half-bodied sachet of crushed leaves and cheap netting. A miniature form of his fibreglass rod, the pole vault that propels him into his next … Continue reading

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you are —                         a sore in my mouth, born             savage amid the delicate vowels i             spin for mother; the last rotations             of summer, all cracked lips and             missteps into sidewalk puddles.             my head tilted & searching for a             requiem to … Continue reading

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Alms of Ouroboros

Those politics will eat you for breakfast and leave the empty plate smeared with grease That’s not God in your needle That’s not love in your message That’s not virtue in your stained glass That’s not power in your eyes … Continue reading

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