Monthly Archives: March 2013

whitening artery

She’s bad news, like a long hospital hallway you can’t follow, a whitening artery — this dry ghost of what was, always the approach but from an unclear distance — the incipient thing you can’t see — do you hold … Continue reading

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The Stopping Hand

How the dark stains the shadow, some shapeless foolery, some cool corner we didn’t see where the dust landed like tiny flocks of pigeons, roosting for the duration, quills settled in unruffled silence where no wind flew, no hawk dove, … Continue reading

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