I write to you in search of refuge.
POETRY
MICRO
I eat one single peach at night
The juice of it all, irrepressible. Against all / you’d win.
INSIGHT
How the Strands Sing
The body teeters on a fulcrum, one base pair away from disaster.
POETRY
From the Archives: BNA → LAX
“I return to my birthplace with a focus on breath. / It’s easier to inhale the California landscape.”
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We know our place and keep to it. We believe our place to be all places. We find the crack like water. We crawl. We beg. We scream. We tapdance. We sing. We sing. We sing.
The Ocean
Symbol-sick, a girl in girl heaven / kissed a girl on a zebra-print couch, reanimating herself into a person.
Roadside Attraction
Standing on the deck feels like being at the edge of an empty picture frame, or on a stage upon which a show might be performed—or might not be, depending on your luck.
