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Tag Archives: Christian Sammartino
by walking into an empty field and lying down to watch constellations for clues about the origins of famine and the patience required to fill many silos. And he plants his brain in the dirt of ruined farms, with their … Continue reading
My hands are a pair of empty bird nests outstretched to the world, waiting to be filled by a choir of birdsong. Let the vacancy in your heart lead you along the magnetic avenues of earth’s longing, migration guided by … Continue reading
Josephine wore those bracelets from the old country, a reminder of the thin border between the mother tongue of her heritage and her new homeland. Her hands spoke that language every time she argued with a stranger about the meaning … Continue reading
Stay at the community park until dusk just before our friends obey the curfew, rocket off the swing set in mid-flight leaving a contrail of their bodies clutching the chains. Evacuating the shape of their youth as they learn the … Continue reading
I will always trust the homemade height chart etched onto your dining room wall more than the ones in doctors’ offices across America. You stood me against the wall as soon as I could walk. asked me to steady my … Continue reading
After Carrie Naughton Tastes like honeysuckle blooming in the hills, sweetening our spirits with every sip, replacing the curses in our mouths with compassion. Tastes like buckshot and deer blood when our neighbor hit the bull’s-eye he was aiming for … Continue reading