• Blue Coyotes

    A lightly scorched marshmallow is the aura of the porch. Where splintered, soaking floarboards waterlog our socks. Ash and clover… Read more

  • A ripe gripe smacked in tacky spit through thin lips, a wet grape pressed tight between old mauve stained fingertips,… Read more

  • Atlas

    Atlas, whose lungs for centuries have bent against a stone railroad of ribs now wheezes as aerosol burns his eyes,… Read more

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