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Daylight Savings Time
there is no liquid like grief—
the moon pulls it all,
and my body responds,
begins to bleed.
Blood Sisters
“She is either the trickster god of the desert or a divine messenger. Neither option is welcome, especially now.”
Red-haired Girl at the Door
“The frosted window, above my kitchen sink, wasn’t open so I couldn’t make out the words, only what sounded like the noise of squabbling blue jays.”
Greenwood’s Strings
I’ve never had an office, apart from the sad, windowless closet I occupied as a grad student. I don’t own a desk. Some days I work at my kitchen table, but more often I sit on my couch or in bed with my computer on my lap. Music, rather than location, is what grounds me as I write.
Excerpt from “The Call-Out”
She grins to herself, then, since they friended
each other at some point during that night,
she opens messenger and starts to write
a message: “Hi. It’s been a while
but I’d still like to be your friend.”
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