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Month: February 2026

  • Hymn

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    It was your child I held in my arms, beneath a sky full of fireworks I wish the stars could match, if we’d let them. When he was smaller, he called me Cwissy. He would’ve said your first name the same way, but you were Dad. Oh, there’s something about names. In your blue eyes,…

  • believe while I tremble

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    “And you came here at 5:55 am. I’m glad you have somewhere to put your feelings, even if it’s just this.” The parking garage is cold when I hug my cousin’s warm body. I don’t tear up because I know I will talk to her again soon. I will plan a trip to see her…

  • whimsies

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    My cheeks are hot againanger swirling and buildinglike the involuntary pathI take to the top of a pile of rocks.The view of jagged tree limbs anda pond in need of rain andwheatgrass and palms and pine needlesaren’t satisfying enough to pull mefrom the empty cans of hard ciderno doubt from a restless group of teens.Rejection…

  • The Moringa Tree

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    There it came and went. A week of drinking tea. Maybe a week and a half. She thought about it, with an urge to brag. I am not a coffee drinker anymore, she would lie to herself, putting the kettle on. Then she would say “kettle” to no one but the boiling water, with an…

  • my city, my

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    Espresso mascara to brighten my eyes. Speeding on Dale Mabry. Raising my hand in the middle of a conversation, but the words that pour out feel unimportant and stupid. Buttoning up a dress that smells like I wore it already, and by that I mean: orange blossom, amber, soft musk, and the woods. Every season…

  • Protected: Grip Strength

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  • february snow moon

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    in my left handa green anjou pear,slightly bruised,still believingthe first bite will besweet and soft and wet.sunglasses and keysdangle from careless fingersthat grab too muchin impatience.earlier, I had watchedtwo anhingas diveand swimand furl and unfurl their long necks,trying to remember their nickname:snakebirdwhich is exactly what it looks likeuntil it flies with its companionto the droopiest…