Tag Archives: Jerrod Schwarz

Their Tossed, Open Suitcases

in the kitchen – three sand dollars, a hotel robe, and two cracked wine bottles – are the prize. Sugar ants follow sticky, Pinot sandal-prints backwards towards the granite island; cutworm moths yoyo farther and farther from the oven’s light … Continue reading

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The Gypsy Who Reads Palms Stops

when cigarette burns pop up on the softest and most gnarled hands in town. A puppy licks the pink calcium             of a wrist                         of a boy who paid ten dollars to get the barking back. Warring strawberry farmers – their … Continue reading

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The Similar Shape of Slash Pines and HCG Test Strips

            There’s coke in the Midas touch.             A joke in the way that we rust. – Ben Howard, “Oats in the Water” Glad someone planted these. A handful of needles, two more slathers on her knees. Gray sifts through a thousand … Continue reading

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