Citizenry That nestling got a wisp of thread wrapped underneath its hungry head (we blamed the mother and the body hung-ered there–
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The cows, tonight, are lowing. Beneath the fire-orange sky, they're calling and howling, speaking of food or lack of food, of babies
Philadelphia Tasting Menu The subway is made of slime dripping Septa sweat Trolley Routes Suburban Station and Regional Rail Lines Route 30
Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to
Golden silk orb-weaver: it doesn’t matter how, in one night, you’ve dazzled the atlas of atlases, city of cities, across my front
after Megan Denton Ray Yesterday I drove to Flowerland and bought
My thighs ached for days after that first night - The slope of Montreal's long-extinct volcano (Its cross still proclaiming colony and
I. I see her leaning over me; hands plunged inside me, scrubbing her breakfast dish, scouring the eggy skillet. I wonder why
There was a path beside the ocean. She used to go for walks along it—sometimes with Jack, the family dog. The path
Paraguay was an expanse of flatness except for one region, the Cordillera, where modest green lumps punctured the Paraná basin. My friend