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  • Der Blauen Kunstler

    When you paint a house on canvas it must be blue, for this is the color of home. The soft robin’s egg edges of motherly relationships, the deep indigo of sleep and dreaming begins at your hand. Reunions, a pale sky of ephemerous greetings and embraces. However wayward the color of distant foothills and city…

  • Musings on a Single Topic #1

    What is left behind? Me You We Paper clips and candy wrappers Friends from high school Friends from college A car, in the parking lot of a bar, when you’ve had too much to drink A CD, a favorite one, in 1998, in your ex’s car Doggie bags full of leftovers A credit card A…

  • Correlation

    To start with salt is the explanation I heard in history class. Salt builds civilizations. But I reckoned this with the kitchen table. And how often the hand came down next to the shaker.

  • Cacophony of Pain

    We stump our toe in one place and remember the way it breaks, snapping bone made brittle. No open palm stops the compressed flesh from yellowing , no kisses or tender words remainder the pain. We repeat as if it was new and not the time after the time we lost count.

  • Warning

    Sometimes I wonder, Virginia, why you told me the things inside me are transient, that all bodies are drawn to the dark soil. It fills my belly as it filled hers, its testament to misunderstanding and the witness of historic unraveling. Bade me put rocks in my pockets. Lift me to the arched back of…