It happens like this.
One morning you open your eyes
to a bedroom glowing with pastel light
spreading across the walls
like a pale, sweet beer
you can almost breathe.
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Epithalamium Catalogue of the Folklore of the Origins of the Double Wedding Ring Quilt
For A. G. Some say it started with the archaic Life-Ring pattern— several separate patchwork circles on a dark blue field meant probably as life preservers on a stormy ocean. […]
Dance of the Mourning Child
He opened the door to the kindergarten: hung his coat on a peg, unbuckled his boots, and rocked awhile on his heels. He rifled books for the porcupine whose only […]
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