Tag Archives: Carol Whitby

A Humble Way to Make a Mandible Jealous

Look at the way your fingers cling to the palm of your hand like the Universe’s seventh day. Hummingbirds never wink loudly enough for the dirt to learn the art of tugging at the knots around the river banks when … Continue reading

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On the Anatomy of Nobody

Language is a curled animal bite we can’t do without. At times I wake up at night to fold our breaths neatly into untied shoelaces. When I was young I realized that we pulled our teeth out one by one … Continue reading

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