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Reeking reeds

Reeking reeds

Our endeavor comes sometimes to this, so many reeking reeds. Not that I would wish it otherwise. Nor is there shame in their rhizomatic work — making sense and fertile compost of our leavings, our stories beached here like so many resplendent hulls, crosswise to...
Mezzanine ghosts

Mezzanine ghosts

OK, ghosts – i do feel you here as ever, this coastline, this shallow and insistent morning, waxing crescent of time. I am a lone protruding rock against so much moving water, facing into the crisp, unopened bud of the year. I feel your tenderness and your...