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We Are a Mystery of Becoming 0

We Are a Mystery of Becoming

(for Carter) We are a mystery of becoming: obstinate riping of time; capricious tango of biomolecules; the fervent cleavings of a zygote, fated migrations in gastrulas, urge toward organogenesis; discharged into the world a...

The Pill 0

The Pill

To forget about tomorrow, you took it without second thoughts. Your body was torn apart by grey dots falling from the ceiling in fascinating composition. Why did you do it? Rest, don’t move, it...

Short Stories 0

The Little Prince

Short Story   I think he was a sign. It couldn’t have been anything else. He came and stood right next to her. At first he turned away. At first she wasn’t sure. Nothing...

These Endless Moments 0

These Endless Moments

I lay in flat on the earth, making my summer grass angel. Above, the undersides of green and gold leaves glow in the afternoon light. Below, cool roots connected to the hum of Earth’s...

First Class, Haibun Poetry 2

First Class

 Haibun Poetry   Rich walks me to room 252, finishing some comment as he opens a steel, fire-rated door. I enter, and he closes that door behind me. Fifteen Black and Hispanic teens look...

Permafrost 0

Permafrost

Look – I need this Format Replace Tantalize Wrap around this little finger…here Search the memory banks; tumult Flex Gasp Shudder, remember those invitations Folded neatly on the seams…here Slam it forward roll those...

Why We Broke Up 0

Why We Broke Up

I like you too much. I can’t see us ever breaking up and it scares me. I’m already dating someone else. You’re not Jewish enough. I’m getting back together with my ex. You’re not...

One Eye 0

The Golden String

He took a big needle, put the string in the eye of the needle gently, almost petting the needle. There there, he said now we are ready. He took their skin between his fingers...

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Do You Know Me

Nameless, faceless person You’re a mystery that’s taboo Will tonight be the night, My fantasy comes true Feeling your presence hovering Haunting within my dreams Arousing my every thought My desire craves for thee...

New York 0

New York

New York I can’t stand you With all your ado About things and rings And panache-full prudes I just want some peace One night of ease Quiet mentality And compassion, please A hand on...

Forget To Be Good 0

Forget To Be Good  

We forget to be good. The sense of it fading Like a cluttered dream. Those engrained ethics coming loose, To drift off in wispy flocks Like a calm morning of cloud. We grip them...