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Erosion

Winter is the worst. The skin of my hands fissures, reddens, widens, tiny islands disrupt and thicken there, scar tissue, angered by the scratch of…

Hierapolis

How do you begin to explain the bird corpsesjust inside the open yawn of the cave? Old versions of us couldn’t do it, huddled and…

Afterthought

It’s the space that happensbetween a greetingand a follow-up questionto a conversation you’ve barely heard, a distance from hereto the kitchen table, a ghost, drawn…

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