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Fruiting Body | Poetry

Fruiting Body | Poetry

Fruiting Body Sometimes I imagine my body fodder for damp gardens, sunken in the permanent earth. I am not dead weight for trees. Sometimes a carcass is just a carcass. But the soft underside of every alive thing is an offering. Tender bellies up in surrender, supple...
These Stretchmarks | Poetry

These Stretchmarks | Poetry

These Stretchmarks These stretchmarks drink a full glass of water before bed, they want to stand up and stand out in the morning, tired of dimming their light to avoid attention. These stretchmarks don’t pretend, they leave red marks when you want to subtract...
Two Poems | Poetry

Two Poems | Poetry

Letting what you held slip back into the water There is an art to everything. To letting the line drag out, to the extra moment given before the hook is set. To how one learns, eventually, to watch the light and not indulge the urge to name it. Eventually I will get...
The EZ Trail | Poetry

The EZ Trail | Poetry

The EZ Trail . In the desert, it doesn’t take much for us to begin to hate each other. The 100 degrees, the lit magazine rejection, the AC clunking along like a loose chain on a bicycle. The tension rises. It falls. The red in my cheeks bloom like the sharp...