The Box on the Bridge
I Hellish yet rising to heaven, they couldn’t look away. It wasn’t a bridge; it was
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The Perfect Storm
Your musing of the whale’s belly entrails in the horde, to look onto the stormy waters.
Oil and Karras
There, on Allston Street in Cambridge, spotlit by streetlights, I consider cobblestones peeking through a broken
To Blame or Not to Blame
Blame can be a distraction. Blame can be quiet and surface as passive aggressive. Blame is
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A Reminder on Relationships
1. Since I was a little girl, I have been in possession of a deep longing
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