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Most of what I owned I left in an alley and loved how quickly it was gone. ◊ I believed the earth

Can you bring it? my son breathes into the phone from middle school. He’s forgotten his homework again. The last time, I

Fear tastes like nothing but fills my stomach with knots as I scroll through morning news. We’ve lived through the hottest October

NASA says something strange is happening with our Universe and how quickly it’s expanding.…. Hubble data, encompassing a variety of cosmic objects

Ballet of chance. Drifters who nevertheless own the sea—see-through light fixtures trailing their cords, plugged into the space of home. Windows on

a woman says one morning, paused on the Appalachian Trail after catching me hunched over, prostrate in the duff, worshiping unseen deities

Today I’m uniquely positioned for gratitude. Take this painting, hung just for me in this house built just for me too though

1. Violent collisions— shoals giving way to brine concentrate the Beaufort Sea thickened into a lens aimed at our theories, our coasted

These three poems, excerpted from "Father Daughter Poetry Book Club Redux," are dialogues between me (MDS) and unpublished words written by my

I sat naked on a rock. The high mountain stream cut a rough channel, collecting in a pool above a small waterfall.