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skin as canvas black ink flowing, spreading along diamond plates, wicking up the hairs at their roots ink of the black earth, vaporized refineries, oily clouds hang in the air hang in the lungs now on the skin now in the heart the steel nib rubs, drags along in the design of imagination, creating an […]

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The Writing Tutor

In a corner of the university coffee shop sits the writing tutor, a twenty-something woman wiry framed, glasses, of course, a latte to her right, her slight hands folded in waiting upon the table for two.   The suppliants come, one by one, laying before her their typed, double-spaced works in progress— lacking, they are […]

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I’m the opposite of famous I’m the person you’ve met four times —Once we even spoke in your office— And you still don’t remember me I’m the person who registers for events And ends up with a hand-written name tag I’m the person who— I’m thinking I haven’t been loud enough, or Obnoxious enough to […]

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At the appointment desk

As you glanced up—your eyes only asking the usual questions— he gave you his first and last name, the doctor and the reason for his visit—a follow up.   You seemed not to be busy— not preoccupied in any overt way, and yet you could not have listened at all—not at all, for you asked […]

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Snow

We measure snow by inches, Remove it by the shovel full, blow it from our way We make it into forts, into men, into Artillery we lob at enemies over low, icy parapets We brush it from our shoulders, Let it fall upon our tongues It sparkles even in moonlight, when each crystal Seems to […]

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A hundred pairs of feet shuffle in an awkward dance, moving aside, forward, back or over, moving to get a closer look, to be out of the way, to move on in the slow progression snaking their way through the exhibit. Her paintings are shown in a logical sequence: earliest works to later works, interspersed […]

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Before He Had Healed

She watched him pull off the old Band-Aid, not quickly so it wouldn’t hurt, but slowly, over weeks, each unavoidable tug done as she watched his vulnerability being torn away with hair and skin. The wound had needed more care than he had given it though— she could see that, and through her eyes he […]

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