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Practicing Magic
You’re not good at exorcising your demons So often you pick them up and hold them up to the light, shake them around, let them even shine a little, inspect them for rough edges, for torn bits. Here’s your mistake: … Continue reading
There/Not There
slipping down reaching clawing wet hands bloody hands reaching grasping in the slick slip mud slide down the pitch right to the edge right to the edge hang on hang on hang on hold on too late falling done falling … Continue reading
100 words – Motherland
Even on the brightest days, bellyfull and eyeshine — Even with the sweetest touch, ardor and promise — Even when the memory of friends is weighty with assurance, with kindness, with connection, with an establishment of joy that for the … Continue reading
Someday.
Occasionally he sees how the cycle could end. He thinks of all the ways it might work: A gun to his head. A tire iron to hers. He imagines what it would be like to be free: What joy he … Continue reading
black dog
Clawing and wishing I could hold on wishing there were some other way to make sense of the things around me that didn’t involve putting them in my mouth. Feeling like a less-than-toddler at being able to cope, feeling like … Continue reading