Tag Archives: Kyle Siegel

A spring of skunks

Gravel pebbles lodged in between toes; the grass flies at half-mast behind a bush is shaking green sifting inside the branches: black, white, black each step rubs skin into rock but I must see the creature thriving on leaf debris … Continue reading

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Sugar sand

three days away from rain each finger/a horn of dirt dragging bones 800 miles marrow to asphalt (oak to maple) picking out the dirt casting east into west the filth under my nails germinates upon extraction pink packets of sand … Continue reading

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