The Jeweler by Ryan Vincent The pliers and torches rest on the alchemical desk waiting to be stirred. She lets the oxygen in and dons…
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I choked on a bagel years ago and had to be given the Heimlich To dislodge it from my throat in front of the television…
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I first imagine driving with you Then, my hands on the steering wheel Yours at your lap, restless fingers Summer’s breath on our necks We’ll…
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There’s violence in these wanton words of black There’s violence in the little lies and cracks There’s violence in the fire spitting sparks There’s violence…
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The wind carried the snow in swirls as I walked to the edge of the parking lot. The lights in the hills poking out beyond…
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they came from the hole in the sea spiral tails break through foamy waves they came to rejuvenate our ways and they came to take…
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Shadows on his bootstraps again Fingers through the laces again He bleeds from cracked fingertips onto the wire When he dies he hopes they hoist…
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On a sunken Louisiana bank Lies a sullen, sedate church Ruined in fire Where fire singed away the rain And rains came down upon the…
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I walk along the shore where azure skies meld with arctic sea Rough sand beneath my feet Shrubs on the cliff-sides, rock split by a…
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Smooth jazz hands Washboard flow Headlamp strapped on uneven Forehead skin Leaky light Peppers black skies Mirage of sun Mirage of light Footfalls…
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