Tag Archives: Ann Kestner

Declining Damage

Some parts are still missing and others are still bleeding. Time is a slow surgeon with too many sharp scalpels and never enough threads to completely close the wound. Pain is temporary, but so is joy. One comes too often … Continue reading

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The Great Excavation

Beneath red fire sweat sky she burrows down in clay desert. Pisces on her treasure hunt. Twin buried, and reflection extinct. Her therapy is archeology. The sea long deserted. Fossils scattered deep beneath locked dirt. Fish bones thin, fragile, but … Continue reading

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