State Road Sixty-Two

State Road Sixty-Two

Twentynine Palms two thousand eleven a salty, old Marine tried to tell me the legend of the Joshua Trees   he spat brown juice from…

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AFTER BAUDELAIRE

AFTER BAUDELAIRE

It’s all very poetic To gaze at oneself through a cracked mirror But far more tragic To wipe down a faultless one And find your…

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A Portrait of My Mother’s Lover as an Anonymous Man

A Portrait of My Mother’s Lover as an Anonymous Man

sometimes, you reduce him to this: the place at the back of his head where the hairs have begun to fall out still, he becomes…

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Unrecallable Events

Unrecallable Events

Circumstantial evidence entertains Thoughts of legitimate rape of the mind and memory Eliciting nomenclature of no men gathered in the recesses Pouncing As if Nothing…

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