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Cut It Down

Cut It Down

Instead I limbed the dying leaves and branches. I painted it yellow to catch the sunlight, red to fill the…

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My Mother’s Handwriting

Individual as DNA, it spoke to me from fridge notes, Christmas tags, and report cards I took back to school,…

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While You Sleep

Still hunkered at my desk, as if to stop the night sky brightening, the Leylands lifting from their winter canvas,…

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Retriever with Carcass

She barely raises her head to leer at me from the hooded corners of her eyes. I’ve given up taking…

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