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A photograph. Mother and I stand on shore, a short pier propels into the water. Mother is tall, willowy, her skirt billows in a breeze,...

ash that suffocates A burning sky; crimson and fluorescent the heavens cry; weeping; hostile; broken; catatonic the ash suffocates the...

Twist and Turn Inside the dream you have this morning, I Lie, half-hatched. Cradled by night, you hold my Truth in sleep. Am I...