Post Grid – Style 10

This Very Night

Tom looked up at the white plenum tiles of the examining room as a nurse…

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The Day I Remembered My Soul

When I was 24, I killed myself. I put it that bluntly because it was…

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How Would You Grieve Me

One day, she said, looking up at me while planting parsley on her little patch…

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Beneath Grandmother’s Sunflower Field

I return to the house— palms anointed by intention, to steady its posture, to lead…

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What I Took From The Tideline

A cockle hinge, a two-faced rock, speckled stones, bisected mussel shells shadowing the sky, sand-sculpted…
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