Tag Archives: K. C. Mottla

North County

In North County, houses crowd beige bosoms, rough stucco chests earthquake-safe. The old districts, they huddle behind the cat’s purr pressed on window bars. We ogle acreage of a sprawling villa; its torso heaved glossy on San Diego Premier as … Continue reading

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Tasseomancy

You wanted to learn tasseomancy. Then the steep of leaves absorbed you into warm universe, and you walked as sideways stalks, sunken dust, the hard swallow of stem impeded might, so that I carried you most days. The great late … Continue reading

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Inventory

The shifty hang, canned preserves shirking cold ink. Tea clumps skirting the architectural formalism of high-stacked napkins: restless tumbleweed. Later, oil, rested, seeps its perimeter looking to stain. K. C. Mottla writes stories and poems. She lives in California with … Continue reading

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Evergreen

Let us be evergreen, a solid wish, let’s not fall, bare it all, unless there’s nothing involved. Fixed, we’ll save payment on alterations, stack quarters against inflation, stake plans in the keen green shrub of diligence mapped. We won’t spook, … Continue reading

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