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  • Did you know …?

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    There are 8 kinds of close encounters with aliens?? 8! 1. A UFO sighting. 2. A visual sighting plus a physical experience with an inanimate object (i.e. the aliens make your car bounce up and down). 3. Sightings of the occupants flying the UFO. 4. An abduction of a human by an alien. 5. Psychic…

  • Evolution

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    My mom left me with a DVD of pictures from when my brother and I were kids. It’s strange to see yourself in places you have no recollection, in a life you can’t remember, in days that without the images would cease to exist. But here the days are – brightly colored, held close, safe.…

  • Bookmark

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    This morning, I woke up with the “5 Dollar Foot Long” jingle stuck in my head. Was I dreaming of Meatball subs? I wonder if I don’t need you anymore or that’s just what I’m telling myself because it’s clear you don’t need me. A self-preservation sort of thing. I broke a newly manicured nail…

  • New Year Mountain

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    Yesterday, I climbed to the top of Piestewa Peak aka Squaw Peak aka the Phoenix Mountains. After the last of my family had gone, after I had dropped my grandpa off at the airport, after he asked me if I could see and acknowledge the strengths in myself, after I said “depends on the day”…

  • Vanvasion

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    There was frost melting from the car port this morning. FROST. It’s 39 degrees and sunny and I bundled into my Brooklyn Industries cowl neck jacket with a bad ass side zip, cup of Old Man Winter coffee and am now watching the desert thaw. My parents just landed. If I look out from my…

  • im related to u please write back

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    There’s still something wrapped around my lungs this morning. A tight netting and I can’t see the boat or the line or understand why it’s caught me in the first place. I’m not sure what I need to do to untangle it all – scream, sprint 8 miles, eat less butter, drink less coffee, write.…

  • Poetry gods

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    I’ve been making these “snow Globes” the past couple of days and pat always asks why my crafty projects take so damn long because they do – I’m always straining my eyes toward the end of them, fingers burnt off from hot glue, sliced from scissors, numb. I dunno, I shrug covered in bits of…

  • Inked at birth

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    I was dark-washed in ink when I was born. And no one saw, not my mother, no nurse. My father recognized the oil sinking in, but couldn’t understand what it was, he couldn’t understand what it was in himself, to protect me. It seeped through soft, porous skin, found my chest and settled:  lay suction…

  • Hoppy Halidays

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  • Bull Horn

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    A few days ago, I walked past one of the many giant glass buildings with marble floors and revolving doors. Security guards looked out in amusement at the small group of protesters that had amassed – a taunting “You won’t ever get in here” hand on their hips. It’s a mining company, the corporate office,…