Tag Archives: AJ Stoughton

tompkins church

me and sarah shared secrets in the heat of an appalachian sunset that did not exist except in picture books. her blue jeans slithered away from the truck, through trees lining the road, to the cliff face, and we explored … Continue reading

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Christmas Goose

Take a: Christmas goose Half-plucked, foaming Feathers like a down pillow, Like your sister vomiting in the bathroom, When you take it out of the bag From the discount butcher down the road. Bathe in: red wine, or sherry for … Continue reading

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