Pacific Gesture
Your roundabout reasons why You re-gifted yourself to the sea Slid through my mail slot nonchalantly, Sealed in a manila love tunnel, Like a hydro wire wearing One too many …
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Your roundabout reasons why You re-gifted yourself to the sea Slid through my mail slot nonchalantly, Sealed in a manila love tunnel, Like a hydro wire wearing One too many …
Read MoreExcept when he was watching baseball, it seemed my father was always outdoors, tipping his hat to locals, watering the flowers that focused his retirement. A Yankees fan for more …
Read MoreHard to make out a particular figure: the faces pressed to the portholes, seeds stowed in oily cloth, or the hold altering under a swaying lamp. The actual vessel and …
Read MoreAll I care about is everything. I like to lie down and look up at the stars, even when there are none. I am almost nothing but thoughts and water. …
Read MoreThe city was built on Cambrian rifts, boot-sucking mud, a rush to stake alliances. Now it’s birch, white pine, and alder creaking, a low, flat tailings pond where nothing thrives. …
Read MoreI always went for darkness as a girl: those ashy Europeans wrapped in capes, the ranks of zombies browsing in the mall, the cabin-dwelling fan with swelling hopes, her novelist …
Read MoreIl pleure dans mon cœur comme il pleut sur la ville The lovely, easy lines (they are both of those things). Walking abroad in his twentieth year was when he …
Read MoreMy father built ships in bottles, histories in aquariums, filled the second-storey guest room with Waterloo reconceived in Plasticine. Each miniature world was malleable, rippled by his fingers’ ridges, dimpled …
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