Tag Archives: Emily Reid Green

The Optimist

There is no oven in this room– a good omen, he says, ignoring one fact for another. The open sky of his eyes reassures, surveys emptiness and files under opportunity. This is not a kitchen. Under knife-spread shadows I uncover … Continue reading

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Making Progress

I might timeline the sequence of events, find comfort in the linear mapping— the kind of progress I can walk across, outrunning my youthful indiscretions, chasing success by decades. I might fill the gaps as I go: Like a white … Continue reading

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