Song for Trees
I wasn’t with my sister that day, days, delivered,
the last day I would have seen my father.
She took an elephant to get to the hot brimming tree land.
The soup
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Last month my grandmother died. I knew I’d someday have to say these words out
loud, but, nonetheless, I wasn’t ready to say them. Maybe because she helped
raise me, and
Photograph of a Lost Oil Painting
If I begin with purple cabbage as the prima facie evidence I must also begin
with midnight, with me, my brother, my sister, our parents stiffened by a long
car ride. Also here
Status Check
Try to make sense of what happened when you were alive:
Where was there justice? How hot were the breezes in August?
Where were the altars? To whom was the sacrifice offered?
Who
St. Grocery-Store Clerk
Culture, that hazy subject upon which this publication focuses, has at its root
the word “cult,” which essentially means a sub-group of people who share the
same beliefs and practices, fostering in this