Tag Archives: Alyssa Nickerson

Thanksgiving

November, and the roses still bludgeon their way into bloom, foiling the follies of autumn frost. Spiders box icy boulders from their twist-tie webs, their mummified catches dangling in a dismal ode to freedom. A child sits beside me, cold … Continue reading

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Proposition

Give me two strong legs and an eye for detail – then we’d really have something. Whether we are what we envisioned ten years ago wasn’t the question, was it? It shouldn’t have been, even then. You keep asking me … Continue reading

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Bruises

I wake up, punctuated by bruises, to a sky streaked with the ghost trails of DNA, and I do not know what can heal us now. I have been dreaming of terrible things. I think about moving down South, making … Continue reading

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