Tag Archives: Michelle Lesniak

virgule

it is not:                         i.                         a sunrise east coast flight drenched in stranger dust                         with the iridescent promise of familiarity whispering                         through the coating, through the powder,                         a head three rows forward just visible                         across the scant stretch of seatbacks                         quiet … Continue reading

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Mapmade

The way you turn a key in a lock looks like the calculated manipulation of a compass as your pointer finger circles the edge of the doorknob and your thumb keeps the key in the center, in place. Navigation tools … Continue reading

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