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Strings

The kite spins and dives, cutting deep into my skin. I unravel the string and run stumbling through furrows, letting it rise higher and higher towards the moon, wrenching the spool in my hand. That June afternoon last year, the … Continue reading

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Northampton County, August

Hard half-green tomatoes sink, their lank vines bending low beneath the sun’s harsh glare that blazes against the red church tower lying in the valley’s bottom. The garden my grandfather tended behind his muted yellow house has grown into the … Continue reading

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Translations

Last night I sat outside after the storm passed, wanting to tell you about the earthworms curling on the sidewalk and the particular deepening blue of the evening sky, scrubbed of clouds. I wondered what you were seeing then in … Continue reading

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