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A Spell

December 1, 2013 • 0
I will pick up the garbage lids this morning and twist them like ice cube trays, free an oval of leaves and water that will split as it hits the stoned driveway. The cold has been coming and receding for days but it will stay now. The furred caterpillars will be recollected and the length »
Poetry

yield

February 17, 2013 • 5342
he told me to put on my work clothes so i took his black and red checked flannel that hung in the garage, pulled it over my head and it felt like a dress, almost too beautiful. he had so many clothes for working. he told me to follow him down across the street and »