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Magma | Poetry

Magma | Poetry

We kiss until my lips are swollen, vascular and pink in the rearview mirror, the Twenty Mile Bend a dark, open palm outside my windshield. We hunker inside my Camry like Eskimoes huddled in an igloo, encapsulated in our own ecosystem – humidity at our hairlines,...
Chorus for the Kill | Poetry

Chorus for the Kill | Poetry

My head bristles with the ache of moonlight, the names of vanished trees we never learned, flies that bejewel some children’s eyes. This place wants to kill us. This place wants to kill honeybees, staghorn coral, alligators, marsh rabbits, swallowtails. When I say The...
drive | Poetry

drive | Poetry

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