Ephemerals Climbing the Cataract Falls TrailWe don’t notice the drop-offs much,The abyss. Only the flowers, tiny and paleWith big leaves, and ferns, workingBackward from the reservoir up cataract to cataract,Chasing time backwardsThe closer we get…
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Frankenstein’s Monster and the Things We Don’t Know
I don’t know a trans guy who wants bottom surgery. I don’t know a trans guy who knows what it entails. I know eight trans guys who did a brief Google image search before clearing…
Heavenly Body
Paisley climbed out the attic window with a pillow to sit on and a Negroni in a sippy cup. Her cushion slipped on the angled asphalt shingle, so she planted her bare feet on the…
Nasturtiums and the Hidden Dagger
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…