Aby Kittiwake
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The Conversation
Washington skies are eye-blueClear as a newborn’s cry I walk shivering and backwardsTo keep an eye on a full harvest moonClose enough to skip a rockFar enough from you not to stop Giving precious teddy away at the airportSaying I’ll see you againKnowing we’d lose each other right thenBut I always thought I’d see that… Read more
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Bad Luck and Horseradish
Darkness thick enough to slip on. The sun in full force only tempted shadow from its frame. A struggling abyss shambling through the neighborhood. Begging for coins and other cosmic twinklings. Stretching wide its jaw to ask for dental work and fruit and whatever was in that bag. It’d say, “whatever’s in that bag.” As… Read more
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