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Poetry

After We Talked About Cosmogony Over Wine

I plucked my eyelashes out for you one-by-one, to the rhythm of love and love nots. The pattern fell in your palm like a new moon cycle, disappearing into the blankness of that night. Those fools had nothing to hold on to anymore anyway. But my eyelids got lonely soon; they didn’t understand why their shadows were gone. You …

Poetry

Kayewood Family Holiday Portrait

“New Year,” I say to Dad, the ugly, prickly orange couch all poky on the underside of my thighs. I can’t include “happy” this year since, as of this morning, she’s not here. I scratch this stupid couch back, the one we both hated and pleaded Dad to burn. It was his father’s, and only …

Poetry

The Pigeon

After Russell Edson A man on crutches sees a pigeon drinking coffee on a New York sidewalk. “Pigeon! I’m so glad I found you!” says the man. The pigeon nods. “Oh Pigeon, this handicap has left me too lonely, ” says the man. The pigeon says nothing, but nods in agreement.