Proteus Shape shift, Old Man of the Sea— I will hold you down in your midday nap. Tell me what you know— about the zigzag, spin, loop and bounce of sandhoppers, cuttlefish, or football. Periwinkles smell the corpses of their crab-killed teammates’ disposed juices, and drive with helmets hard into crevices. Extensive wear on the […]
Read more "JK Miller ~ Proteus"Necklace of Genealogy In Florence’s lap her hands rest like two rusted chain links tossed aside on the dock. Maybe she wishes to rejoin her genealogy, drape her family around her neck, stagger to the edge, let gravity plunge her into drowning state to lie on the sea floor rusting together in salty silt.
Read more "Diane Webster ~ Necklace of Genealogy"The Conversation “What did you learn in school today?” “I learned the days of the week.” “Go on, tell your dad.” “Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.” “You’re missing one.” “She’s doing her best.” “Say them again.” “Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.” “You’re wrong. You’re missing one.” “Honey, you’re missing We…” “Don’t help her. […]
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