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It begins within the hinges of your heart, the ferns and kudzu tangled wild as vipers tearing at the bulwarks, birthed by the curses and the slaps: Your rapid falling from Grace. It flames and burns blue, orange, purpling pain. … Continue reading

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Behold

Heat above the myrtles, stalwart,             reverent as Sunday church. Past old graves, the roadway slices waiting cottonfields,                               wet with morning dew. Rows of bleeding clover, tender eiderdown,                         land where children left for foreign wars. The houses stare vacantly. They testify … Continue reading

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