Metropolis in Motion
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Apr 29
The city wakes before we do— sirens in the distance,  a cab splashing […]
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What the blue jay carried
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Apr 14
As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue […]
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The Salt in her Veins
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Apr 10
She rose from the tide like a secret   unearthed,  hair tangled with […]
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Saltborn Fury
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Apr 8
She came up from the sea— not walking, not swimming,   but as if […]
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In reply to the dry salvages
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Mar 18
The tide does not return what it has taken,  only drifts its hands […]
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Un Baiser (meaning “a kiss”)
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Feb 27
All in all, a poem without punctuation,   a fist full of sky,  a […]
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