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Trapped Inside a Song or Short Story
In a dream not that long ago, he celebrated a rare moment being anonymous by sitting next to me— close. But I knew. Thighs touching just as I remember they did once or twice or thrice before—closer. I… more →
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash
Trapped Inside a Song or Short Story
wrote 6 days ago: In a dream not that long ago, he celebrated a rare moment being anonymous by sitting next to me— clo … more →
Minnesota Spring Breaks
wrote 1 week ago: This is finally it— tiny green buds begin to break along most tree branches. So poised. … more →
May Day
wrote 2 weeks ago: Fuel leaks out all over the tarmac beneath the left wing. Sandbags. Fire trucks. Another night in Au … more →
Eight Months
wrote 3 weeks ago: While dreaming, our number transforms into a symbol that gives permission to go on forever. One spra … more →
Flash Memoir
wrote 3 weeks ago: “Anonymity is priceless.” —Jay Farrar, Falling Cars and Junkyard Dogs At the half century mark, debr … more →
Fake Book
wrote 3 weeks ago: Rumors of notes divided up—a settlement made behind closed trap doors. Illegal bindings can lead to … more →
Another One for the First City I Loved
wrote 1 month ago: Swan boats Arthur Fiedler Logan Sumner Tunnel The Phoenix Newbury Comics Fenway … more →
Cold Water (April 14)
wrote 1 month ago: Maiden. She sank 101 years ago today, or had started to sink. My father taught me how to swim in a b … more →
Twisted Anniversary
wrote 1 month ago: Twenty years ago when she thought she would live forever, she tried to cut it short. Twenty years la … more →
Is It Mine Again?
wrote 1 month ago: Dumptruck sings “Get off my island.” Used to be my refrain even though I’ve always known no one (esp … more →
Now She's Done It
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wrote 1 month ago: “I wish I could speak sky.” —Richard Hell (“Boy Meets Death, Boy Falls in Love” in Hot and Cold) And … more →
Wise Disguise
wrote 1 month ago: The way a punk unravels slowly, then zap—nothing left save the recovered voice of a city transient. … more →
Third Person Polyphonic
wrote 1 month ago: Narratives flood the garden of sound. Why does rocking a cradle calm them—shake trebling from all th … more →
DNR—Or Do
wrote 1 month ago: I can almost taste the snow—nothing good ever comes from that. A late March double espresso might ne … more →
O, Brother, Where Art Thou?
wrote 3 months ago: No one walks this way forever. No one waits for the call without some skin crawling in the dark. No … more →
Speech Therapist for the Angels
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wrote 4 months ago: For Sheri As we recall her in unison, I believe I can hear her mocking herself for the way she said … more →
Water Dancer
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wrote 4 months ago: for Sheri She knows every inch of the dock, every splinter, barnacle, hurricane seam. It is not a pl … more →
Would Have Been
wrote 4 months ago: Your 36th sober birthday if you had lived. I remember when you told me you put down the bottle. I di … more →
Two Years Smoke Free (Or, David Bowie's Birthday)
wrote 4 months ago: Wild winter wishes rumble through weeds. A plain for practicing freedom cartwheels. Late afternoon f … more →
