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Open the Cage Door
I'm on a short bridge, standing on a milk crate for a better view. A tribe of gorillas…
PUMIQUXT
"pummaquit"
A memoir of recovery from childhood trauma, told through poetry, experimental writing, and surrealism.
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the garden snake
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the two boys
the garden snake
the sun dried wood
the long stretch
the measure
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I remember
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The Life of Jesus as a Religious Paranoic
glorious baklava, ex libras, hep hey, ad infinitum…
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The Clearing
He steps off the path and into the trees, carefully stepping around briars and broken branches. He continues until he finds a small clearing. He looks back to be sure it’s far enough from the trail to be safe – to be unseen.…
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Pumiquat
he never spoke to me again. without explanation, i knew how to say the word. pumiquat. it's not what you think. nor what you expect. it's a secret. i've only told you the part that you're allowed to know…
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Kitchen Memories
i'm not always sure if a story in the archive is a memory or a dream…
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Buried Alive
Could those human bones we dug up that time have been cursed? Could I have been cursed? Could we have been cursed? We put them back, but maybe that didn’t help. I did everything I could to avoid digging up the bones of my assault.…