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There is a well with the voice of an older man. No one is surehow long he’s been in there.I’m stuck down here, he says.A pair of boys find him in the woods. They are the first in adozen years.Does he crawl out at night? Does he crawl around likeContinue Reading

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I’ve been those half-bridges, those stone lions, those jittering insect wings too. I’ve been that collapsing barn, forgotten and forgotten and forgotten. I’ve been the thing that rules everything, or, I’ve been the things ruled, prices paid in full every time.  I’ve been that stepped-on cigar, gasping for oxygen and enough fire, I’ve beenContinue Reading

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We had some empty cardboard boxes from moving. We wanted to build something: a spaceship we decided. My brother got to choose, he wasn’t older but he was in charge. I looked up to him. That’s how we worked. He planned it all out, and I taped up the edgesContinue Reading

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Twelve is a magic number. Two is knowledge, duality,a cleaving and clarity. Eight is a hope against. Nine is the repentstation. Five is the stake. Four is the building. Six is a surprise. Seven is change. Ten is then. Eleven goes nowhere, isolated,alone, forgotten dead. Three is the magic number.Continue Reading

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You find a long driedbouquet of wild daisiesand asters, yellow daisies,purple asters, the daisypetals folded backlike a comet’s tail.The aster petals are goneand you pinchthe globe of seedsand drop them intoan envelope never tohold a check or love letter,separating the seedsbetween thumb and pointerwith the same gentle actionas pinching saltContinue Reading

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the river cracks awake in the middle of the night, sounds like somethingfalling inside the house, sounds like the dog/kid broke something. I get upso he doesn’t have to, stomp out into the living room bathed in bright moonlight, seethe dog curled up by the front door, oblivious to whateverContinue Reading

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Leaving Ashland, mountain fairiesPacked my lunchVegan fare Medford looming, Medford doomingMill town, pill townOverpass Exit thirty to sixty-twoLava Lanes, cow dance road houseNo city, meth city, White City Assembly line, swing shift, unincorporateWage slave trailer tearsNo escape Medford looming, Medford dooming AJD has lived and worked in different parts ofContinue Reading

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I don’t know howto speak of structurewhen structure is a wallwished into existencesome matter of willprevailing against anotheryou went madyou saidover a horsebeing beatenof all thingsbut I get it Iknow the differencebetween thelivingand thedead.Are you afraid of your Nation?how can you be blamedbut I think you foundyour own wayconsideringthe converseofContinue Reading

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There is a culture where, when the men know it’s time to die, climb trees.They hope, upon death, to drop from the tree and explode on the ground.The higher they fall the further spreads their progeny. The job in boyhood is to identify your father.Sons of honorable fathers must identifyContinue Reading