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The Poppies are Self-Destructing

The poppies are self-destructing. Scarlet petals             spontaneously combust. The garden fairies must sew their tulip skirts from real tulips and             adopt pink and yellow pastel hues. Long poppy stems fizzle like fuzzy matchsticks—the smoke             mingles with the beagle’s bark in … Continue reading

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In the absence of mothers

July 11, 1962: All mothers in the United States evaporated             into muffin-infused air, blueberry and lemon poppy seed batter dripped from whisks perched on sink precipices. No one knew             how their breasts dissolved into atoms flying towards the sun. The … Continue reading

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Don’t shield your eyes from mine

Don’t shield your eyes from mine with the crook of your elbow. I want you to see October in my cheeks, tender pink from walking here to you. I miss your glint without glasses, those panes so routinely dismissed when … Continue reading

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Where I’m From

after George Ella Lyon I’m from the Blue Ridge where mountain crests blur like watercolor with the Almost Heaven sky and the brine of the New River tangs evening air             my own sumptuous perfume. I’m from two older sisters and … Continue reading

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