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My dream: I sleep through your funeral, then stand, eulogy in hand, as the last car pulls away from the […]

What water touches becomes clean. Touched water becomes impure, it is purest between heaven and earth. There is no pure

The closer we get to your father’s house, the emptier the land around us gets. Here, I feel like we

The crimson triangle flickers, becomes a glowing azure parallelogram. Metallic flecks of turquoise and indigo break away as it mutates

Soft edges blur the world, a veil of mist descends upon the landscape, transforming familiar sights into dreamlike apparitions. Colors

Stacey, what do you think of Descartes? “Huh?” Descartes, the French philosopher? Her look is a definition of befuddlement. What

Watching your hair turn gray in patches. The friends we hadn’t met yet, the friends we would lose. Playbills and

The snake pit in my backyard had been there for as long as I could remember. As children, we would