Tag Archives: G. Mitchell Layton

Life on Fire

A burning log weeps— crumbling and flayed like a breastbone unfurling its ribs. It shrieks in pain, hissing and cracking; we are one and the same. Something had to die to keep us warm. Something is dying still: my kindling … Continue reading

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Ways to Fall Apart

We are there, skipping rocks in the ocean, two, three skips tops, cutting the surf before it dives and we find another to throw. One. A nervous laugh— quick glance and something, I don’t know. Not even something. Nothing. Two. … Continue reading

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