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The House of Headache
  I woke up inside the headache. The headache is a room where I have to stay as I cannot afford to pay rent anywhere else. Every hair aches to the point of turning gray. There is an ache inside that Gordian knot, the brain, which wants to do so much in so many directions. The ache is also a half-moon hanging down in the light-blue sky; the color disappears from my face; my nose is...
Oct 11th
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“To enlighten and to entertain: what else is there? And while good books—even...”
– Pete Dexter in The New York Times Book Review (Oct. 2, 2011)
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Self-Portrait as Shedding
Odd palsies in the red of a desert. Hives at the wrist, anxiety like a heron  under my lung, winging up  openmouthed. There is no body of water here, no mangroves  to hide in. Only insomnia,  stacked rattles stammering  loose in the tail’s slow taper, scales also worming away, a reminder of this privilege: to reappear whole, having indulged the strange bird  its hollow bones inside me. ...
Aug 19th
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  You will come first as a sound  and then      a breath will come like a cold spell      a hipbone     your lilt above the lake a crowcall  you will come as expected in iron weather      will craft a blade from the horse’s winter stall In the barnlight I count the stiff ribs  of my rifles       gun oil the floorboards gold with shells     there is migration in your coat  your...
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