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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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