Ride

There are these mornings, when the bus ride is like waking up third world or secondary planet or first fledgling nightmare. Backpack upon briefcase. Every configuration of facial hair and body muskā€”last night’s alcohol bleeding through perfume, students and corporate office warriors battling the commute and headache and weariness, armed with nothing but burnt coffee […]

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We Found Justice In Our Beauty

  We met underground, in an above-ground world. He was beautiful: the biggest, brightest tiger.   We stood together as a who’s who of the animal kingdom raced past us. Together we became tiny, like Thumbelina and her flower-fairy prince, and walked through tall grass.   He showed me the blood, dried and sticky on […]

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