Tag Archives: Dawn Ward

Just Us

What say we kill everyone we ever liked or kissed or slept with and we sew their skins together to make a blanket fort and we hide out inside it together forever, just the two of us in our silent … Continue reading

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Dying Old

I’m more afraid of dying young, before my mortgage can get the best of me, before my marriage is falling apart, than I am of dying old and useless. My youth slips out of me like steam from the snow … Continue reading

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clay things

melted cows turning the grass black and white clouds dipped in ink dripping words into the street lifting taxis buoyed on waves of thought blurted in heads sweaty and tired drooping flowers on doorstep milk crates clotted records clog the … Continue reading

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