Cherub I
“To celebrate this angelic arrival,
we buy tickets of gravity to mend bees, a lemony
tang of pollen bright in its rub of petals.”
POETRY
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My Starry Field Of Angels coming home
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TWO POEMS
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Something I have to do
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TWO POEMS
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Pothos takes a bath
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I GROW ATTACHED TO DOUBLE MEANINGS
FICTION
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Mr. Cab Driver
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TAKING THE DAY OFF
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Ligeia
NONFICTION
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Eating My Words
visual art
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FOUR PIECES
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TWO PIECES
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ONE PIECE