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Cetacean Dreaming

Last night I dreamt I swam with dolphins under the angry chaos above boiling, bubbling wave crash we moved slowly sharing mammalian wisdom in clicks and whistles. My cetacean body slate blue thick and fluid moved easily through the pod … Continue reading

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Minerva Dressing

                        Lavinia Fontana, 1613 There’s no rush today languid in full possession of your rounded body you lift your mantle lightly though it’s heavy with war and wisdom handwoven through sheer fabric. This is your paradox Minerva the soft transparency of … Continue reading

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Jupiter’s Moons

If I pushed through this mortal cage flew out past the atmosphere to find you my chalky friend would you reach through the icy crust of Europa wet from your briny ocean your extremophile heart growing larger from the contamination … Continue reading

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Only a Dress

Down beneath the dirty cobwebs wet and torn neglect and weathering damaging the social fabric your pretty silk dress discarded into landfill. Yes there are racks full in the shiny mall of your dreams or is that nightmares corridors and … Continue reading

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No Pity

Her pretty chin thrust against an ugly diagnosis the icy hand of an indifferent god giggling as she put on boxer’s gloves prepared to shadow box for her life. In the stilted ecosystem of her too young body she poured … Continue reading

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Time Out

Here, in the unkind morning light we turn the clock forward hand on hand soap bubbles flying through breakfast dishes with a delicate clatter neat piles coffee sipped progression to another lost day. She comes to me the fourth time … Continue reading

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Imaginary Lines

The first part is about fear a circle of latitude around your midriff that tightens and deafens bloodflow roar pounding constricting open the dialogue re-define that continent of meaning your female body knows these sensations change requires breath it’s that … Continue reading

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