I. In the dust and the dirtof the orchard floor, there wasa beautiful red beetle — and it did not move. Amid a little world’s scatterand frenzy, here was something — a…
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WHILE THE BOYS STARGAZE
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Of Life Hereafter
in the days of your disappearance, the pink dogwoodblushes through my window. while the trees lean toward a whisper beyond the gleam of marbled glass, i hear yourise along the garden, suspended in the air…
I Blame the Peach
I.I feel the tickle on the pink of my lips before it touches my mouth. Anticipation is only possibility. Idon’t bite. The peach sits in the fridge, the skin too perfect to puncture, if it…