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My stories



Audio My enlightenment began as a mute explosion of colors but multiplied into the dazzling panes of a deck of mirrors; what seemed transparent was...

Spider Season

Audio Eight-eyed airmen parachuted at twilight into our garden of good evil. It was spider season, and he & I roamed fairytale streets,...
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Poem of the week

In Winter

Audio In winter I shut the windows and seal the bright noise; I breathe old air, and the birds become strangers, and my head a stifled womb in no...
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The Hairy Cross That Bears Itself

Audio God and I broke up when I was eleven; I didn’t like the way he talked to me. Religion is the curse laid on the living by the dead. So now it’s...

Cookie Tin

Water snakes hiss in the walls. The day ruffles its frigid blue pages until I peel myself from bed to harvest a few shards of light from the horizons...