In the Restaurant
She sat beside me
poetry
Stone Tools
Three thousand years ago someone stopped
Private Viewing
Our eyes look out in darkness, both whites shot
Repurposing
The phoebe's eye a star-kindled coal lights on the base
Openwork
While the face faded into the black screen its last words
Tweet
In the beginning were birds from green-fringed watchtowers
Head-nodding Alice
Intoxicant: in the air, dream interpretation is scittered scat, is big-top
Things That Go
In the bath, toy boats and planes and cars
Alice in Wonderland Syndrome
Biggsmall Alice, let us go to Stockholm and get a syndrome that's pure
From Matha's Story
I say yes, I will.
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