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Last summer, two discrete young snakes left their skin on my small porch, two mornings in a row. Being post-modern now, I pretended as if I did not see them, nor understand what I knew to be circling inside me. Instead, every hour I told my son to stop with his incessant back-chat. I peeled a banana. And cursed God—His arrogance, His gall—to still expect our devotion after creating love. And mosquitoes. I showed my son the papery dead skins so he could know, too, what it feels like when something shows up at your door—twice—telling you what you already know.
|May 20, 2012||Sea Rose||H. D.|
|December 07, 2012||Lais||H. D.|
|November 22, 2014||Pursuit||H. D.|
|January 23, 2011||Sitalkas||H. D.|
|September 25, 2011||Orchard||H. D.|
|January 13, 2013||The Pool||H. D.|
|September 21, 2014||The Wind Sleepers||H. D.|
|June 14, 2010||Freud||James Cummins|
|May 03, 2010||9.||E. E. Cummings|
|June 21, 2015||my father moved through dooms of love||E. E. Cummings|