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8 Weeks
ONE – October 3 Late-summer flowers are almost gone. Phlox, brown-eyed susans, the delicate, weedy daisies that no one can bear to pull up by the roots—all of these have begun to fade. The herbs in the garden behind the Quadrangle Club, too, are dying. Picking basil, I find each straight stem beginning to soften,…
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Waking
The desert heat held us apart, Two strangers forced together By circumstance and sand. The traders’ stop behind us, We hurried on. Ahead, an oasis We’d heard of From travelling poets; Soft, wet soil Darkened by life. Waters to gorge on and Lose our memories Or bathe in and become immortal. The moon…
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Wax
Icarus was soaring at the moment of his fall. Wild-eyed ape-godling Rising to glorious damnation. His demesne below; Naked frothing flesh Jewl’d with a thousand fertile isles Where many fruits grow From a single tree. Not enough for this creator’s son, Who dared to rise and strike at heaven. Gaining, in apotheotic descent Immortal…
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For the Win
I scroll through new names for the band, a list eight entries long on the notes app on my phone. Almost Roses. Athens Attic. Saturday’s Missing Pages. My head is bowed like I’m praying, but really I’m just avoiding eye contact with Tyler. “I don’t want you back,” I say, finally looking up. “That’s not…
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Railing harrow grid
And I want to cage myself As a Father whose enclosure has fortified his dreams within this great church of wills And prays And I want to cage myself As a morning bird whose singing enjoys its very own sound Screaming all the happiness the day along aims to deserve And stretches And…
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All Your Faves are Fanfic
When I was fourteen, I was something of a big deal in the Inheritance Cycle fanfiction.net archives. Somehow, this is only in the lower end of “Top Ten Embarrassing Sentences I’ve Ever Typed.” Anyway, for most of my teen years, I wrote fanfiction like it was my job, avidly read other people’s work, acted as…
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child psychics
The kind of prophecies children give are more about showmanship than the world to come to enlarge my pupils the way another hand shrank and growled under mine I used to think the things I did to people in my grasp were magic but everyone can hit a muscle like this one and…
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walk woods
A homesick thing thinks about coyotes chewing on the inside more in the clearings walks past the cattails and thinks This used to be a marsh This wants to be a marsh again – pulls the stem off any dying dandelion and sees white blow out for the wind to eat You might be…
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The Curse of the Colonel
In 1985, the Japanese baseball team Hanshin Tigers won their first victory in the Japan Series. Fans celebrated the underdog’s win by gathering at the Dotonbori River and yelling each player’s name before a fan dressed as that player jumped into the water. Since there were no fans that looked like the American MVP Randy…
