Witness/Time
By Essay Issue 103
Sometimes, to comfort myself, I think of myself as a city, not a woman, but a city that can be rebuilt again.
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By Poetry Issue 86
If righteousness remains, it is moonlight glinting on the mica-flecked steps and waxed lips of barren concrete planters as midnight skaters’ kickflips grind oblivion near the courthouse sign’s annunciation where stragglers huddle in a delinquent arc against the wind’s cold dispensation of Guilty and Not in which any joke like How do you make God…
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