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It was snowing when I dialed, raining  when I hung up, chaos even for me  who mixes the chaff back into the wheat  and salts the on-ramps and rakes up needles  only to scatter them on the ground and  walk through as if to cut a covenant,  or sew one together. At dawn, with all … Keep Reading

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When my foot falls asleep I recall that  the body won’t evince itself or mist  its limbs with feeling more often, only  when it needs to tell me to get up and  move along. Last night a spindly old man  told me about the etymology  of a word, an insight so luminous  it made me… Keep Reading

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The baby lies on her back in the at space provided by her father’s forearms stretched from his chest as if carrying firewood. In his palms, he holds the back of her head. She breathes in his wordless song. I’m afraid he will drop her, and this walk to the library will be marked by… Keep Reading

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what you told me about the fig tree

first the story: mark and the others chanced upon the tree, but it did not bear fruit. so the disciples went hungry, and jesus cursed the tree, and the fig tree withered and died. second: you are the impotent tree, the circumstances the winter, and i am mark, who will not be fed. you tell… Keep Reading

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