
Poetry


November Run
and now you hang on my shoulder / as I lead the way, taking you on, pressing the pace
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Autofiction
Have I always been in the world? / No, I’ve been autumn in the middle of August.
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The Terrible Lottery
What is invisible is unreal, like love, / hunger, rage.
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Storm Warning
And what is thunder, and what makes stories end?
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