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You are readying to go. You say you will bring nothing and no one. You cluck when I kip. This is your migration. It is not mine or any of...

Haunting Saint Henri

IF I were to haunt a place, to worry back and forth in echo of the motions of my life, I would skirt, ad infinitum, the path that cuts...

Youth Laid Waste

“Very early in my life it was too late.” —Marguerite Duras, The Lover WHEN I was a teenager I skipped school so much I’d get taken aside...

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