Places to start: our mother’s heart, first sound to prove our ears—tells us we’re not one; or the fish, fowl, cattle, and thirst for dominion and those words beat to wrought this reality; or one fish, two fish, since two is all one needs to make other of another which explains our clannish ways, and […]

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Each night this 21st century frontier town settles Enough for me to hear the thrum and hiss in my ears, My tinnitus, which I choose to think of as the harmony Of my firmament—all so far away—like the whush And hiss from Nana’s gas heater that warmed the winter- Chilled bedroom in Georgia while she […]

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