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This poem appeared on The Sidereal Magazine’s Issue 2 One half of a boiled egg Her fuel against winter Tattered handed down books Taught her the word Barely an Inch… Read more »
This poem appeared on The Sidereal Magazine’s Issue 2 One half of a boiled egg Her fuel against winter Tattered handed down books Taught her the word Barely an Inch… Read more »
This poem first appeared in FortheSonorous The morning after the elections results night I try to tidy up my disheveled living room Picking up strewn blankets and pillows As a… Read more »
This post first appeared on The Pendora Magazine. Every winter morning, I open the blinds and look out the bedroom window of my suburban house in Ohio to see if… Read more »