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Visiting Spirits
At the shore, I am called upon by two women, rivulets of their presence run…
This Very Night

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

The Day I Remembered My Soul

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

How Would You Grieve Me

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

Beneath Grandmother’s Sunflower Field

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