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Can't wait to receive a copy. 🤍✨ It still feels surreal to be a part of something so important.

A poem, "My Red, My Mother," up at The Mad River. Grateful to the editors for the acceptance. www.google.com/url?sa=t&sou...

bedroom window my figure plays hide-and-seek with constellations

This is how the sunlight painted nature today. golden hour — the sunlight drips down a plum orchard

Your last text message is now your epitaph. What does your tombstone say? okay good night

oak shade an unborn brother watches my back

birch forest a constellation of trunks wraps me in

night swim with each stroke a new Van Gogh

seaside walk stars take turns by my side

keloid scar a Haring line on my back

birch breeze another phone number not in use

corn silk the first gray pops out

the last session the one-fits-all of her handshake

shooting star in the cold water I submerge my body

withered nut cracking these knuckles in the waiting room

A piece up at paragraphplanet.com today. ☺️☺️☺️ Extremely grateful to Richard for publishing it. @paragraphplanet.bsky.social Relatively early graying isn't fun, but at least it makes a good story. 😅

orange juice the bitterness of an extra pill

melted ice cream the specks of sharp glances

apple worm father's critique unspoken

estate dispute the family divides itself