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So Much To Carry

We pack the weeks and months on our backs, mashing them down until they blend into each other, become different than they were when we leaned over deck rails to…

It is 2 AM and I am boiling

In the shower, I scald my skin hard and red, like the crabs my uncles would throw into pots of bubbling water, Burns beget steam and I smell my grandpa’s…

Bless this City, Born with a Strong Face

You traveled the rustic winter road: blue houses with cracked walls and leaves-covered steps, street sweepers recalled a life not ruled by dull-eyed sons who walked cocaine-trades and shot by…