Tag Archives: Connie Marie St. Clair

Blue Stars and Black Holes

I dream of blue stars, even supernovas, to avoid the black holes, spiraling closer, sucking away my breath. Implosion temporarily avoided, walking alone, sun falling, my father is dead. Past the workshop he built, concrete blocks laid, tresses hauled by … Continue reading

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Beef Stew

I threw you up. Each bite of your beef stew filled me with mercury poured from broken thermometers, hollow shards of glass you hid in a small grey box, trophies, buried deep in closet black, tucked behind the white towels … Continue reading

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