Counting the shakes in the bush, the lovers stand against white railing.

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are fresh, wet beads of pomegranate on the table. Candied sheets of want in every slit- every space in the city holds you, your steel and the old tunes. All the coins lying quiet in the empty pool. My love is spitting and ebbing against broad daylight. The greatest, the sum of my evenings, a […]

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Back to School

Hello all! I know it has been forever and I’m sorry. I’ve started and stopped a hundred posts due to self-doubt, laziness and a host of other lame excuses in the last two months. Lets catch up. It’s still 1000 degrees here in Alabama, we still have a razor-lipped super villain for a president, and […]

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 Wonder Woman

for Charleena Lyles There’s a hole where the child was. Great big hole- twinkling embers inside with howling sounds flying between the walls of your chest. Indigo smoke in the shape of the last magnolias is pouring from you. Your eyes meet morning’s hard blues and shallow, melon beams. Those beams are stretching against the […]

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How To Wake Up Mindfully

I’ve always been and will forever be a morning person- the type of morning person who is in the kitchen making rooster noises after 5 hours of sleep. Caffeine-free, hop up out the bed turn my swag on sort of stuff. I even annoy myself from time to time. But what if you haven’t mastered […]

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What About Your Friends?

      I’m walking hand in hand with my S.O on 4th Avenue South, heart racing to the beat of my quickening stride. I’ve been waiting for this moment for what seems like eons; the scent of batter and lard beckoning me from just a few blocks away. Why doesn’t Waffle House serve sangria/ […]

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Sackcloth becomes skin in these easy years with fat on the bone. I have bled the winter out; acceded to hot, pregnant winds slapping trees and budding puffs of magenta on our part of the street. The old ice is nothing but slop under the fever of June, the old lover just a breath held too […]

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