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I live between a Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Red Devil gas station between panic and pregnant teenagers between the turnpike and

This is mostly about learning to grow. To let the seeds do what they do, to germinate, to let the plants mature.

Eduardo knew what was coming when he entered Rosario’s room and saw her leaning heavily on her brass-handled, wooden cane and staring

See them rocks up the river there, right where it curves? That’s the kinda place where you might find a nice trout

Ghazal with Cave, Wellbore & Millions of Branches Light shackles itself between my father’s old oaks in Pennsylvania. As a child, I

Lungs They deepen the blood, my grandmother said. Whatever the blood demanded was done that time. She was bled like a baked

At a wind farm on top of Kevin Rim in north central Montana, in a conference room filled with a long table

It wasn’t much past four in the afternoon, the sun still well above the quartzite hills, when the Knoche children appeared on