Rites of Passage
There is no tidying up of the animalthat is the human soulYou once told me when […]
There is no tidying up of the animalthat is the human soulYou once told me when […]
From the driver’s side, Graham, gray hair in a buzz cut, looked at his wife,
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Even the sky passes through her now, vault of undifferentiated space, container of the uncontained form
Vodka tonics, Seal’s “Kiss from a Rose” on repeat, microwave dinners, questionable dalliances…I was built for
The roses were the first to go. The proud blossoms did their shriveling slowly at
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The train whistle blew. Its wheels caught in skids and shuffles, then took hold.The cars jolted