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Spring Séance

I’ve been resting on my back             in this patch of grass                         for so long. The flowers have started             growing through me.                         They prick in from the spine             a few inches past                         the board of my sternum. Unfurling smugly             like the … Continue reading

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Pastoral Epiphany

I like to think it isn’t a coincidence that when we stand with our arms outstretched in the gaggle’s V, our feet planted firmly in the farm’s toffee mud, we look just like the chromosomes that constitute us. This is … Continue reading

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Boarding Up

We drilled holes in the kitchen light bulbs and scraped their fluorescence into grandpa’s steel urn tossed his cremation into the fire pit and tried to rekindle the ashes reattach them like the burned pieces of a love letter. The … Continue reading

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