Tag Archives: Kaylen Forsyth

Goat Recipe

A goat shoves his nose between my legs while we are herding them. You do not look amused. There are strange things I have learned about you. How you only feel at peace with that which you possess. At dinner, … Continue reading

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Membranes

I didn’t know what a membrane was and then you told me. I started attributing the word to everything, even things that were not membranes; in fact, especially things that were not membranes. When black mould multiplied in the shower … Continue reading

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