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How can love be stolen? It’s not like a pie when the thief comes by and grabs it when the widow is downstairs pulling laundry from the...

The lukewarm caramel latte idles in a cup crafted from ecology-crushing styrofoam that causes teeth to clench when it’s scratched by...

I watched you at the window, your head bent and soft and wet, drinking from the tap while rivers of mint and lavender flowed beyond your...

Do you have to be in exile, do you have to say what no one else is saying, do you have to seek intimacy, provoke them to feel what they...

Being in good company with ancient books next to me. Loving their classic musty scent that wafts from each page I read. Looking back, a...

I watch myself write this poem in the same way you watch a B-rated horror film where the killer has been in the shot this whole time. I...

Standing there the safe side of a window accomplice of their secrets sharer of pains too familiar. It seems a world continues out there...

I want you to revere me like an infinite stroll through a museum. Gaze upon my artifacts, my history of washed out memories, my...

I collect clipped-leaf infants of coleuses but I am not the mothering type. My carpet is a collection of beige leaves fallen in a firm...

Fade to white; the weary soul opens to a vignette of a meadow, soft edges on the softly undulating tall grasses, reeds, a flora intense...

i thought i was supposed to get prettier as i got older. that somehow the battle scars left by puberty would wash away as i left high...

At my lowest I sat outside, I sat right next to a tree no friends no, no foe, nor family just me, myself and my melancholy. And through...

Gunpowder scatters across flame of setting sun, slowing to dandelion seeds caught in the wind; fluttering flock of silhouette wings woke...

I gave them patience, permission beveled rose erasers: slippers for our ballet of mistakes. Hallway high-fives, umbrellas in the rain,...

The morning train mails away. The shit beside the railroad still fresh. The girl on the facing seat sleeps in between her legs. A labor...

Avril took her eye away from the telescope and looked down. She smiled at her ten-year old daughter, Mattie, who stood at the bottom of...

Little boys cut pieces from me to see if I will become more than myself. Five aortic arches, each a broken heart. I till the soil for the...

I love small towns. Everything is simple. They have street names like Main and East, Church and South. The doughnut shop opens at 5 a.m.,...

Found a key but to which door? What kind of unlucky bird is that, discovered, after the rain, having landed in a puddle of its own death?...

you sit there and tell me in that tender/inimitable song of yours that our day will come and i believe you Alan Parry is an independent...