This morning I drew, as the bath ran, my long body into shadow, feeling my self delicious, as if laughter...
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Bogwoman’s brewing, says my mother outfromwhom I came yesterday tumbling, meaning that the fog rolls over Jylland, intowhich her mother...
His breath: two small clouds on the puddled sounds of day, our spines pressed gently into lock. The several million...
I would like to returnthe candy that I stole. The camp shop stares out into the wheat and changes mellow...
For New Haven’s 911 operators, the city’s day-to-day emergencies take a toll.