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When My Depression Doesn’t Lift, I Visit My Mother’s House and Let Her Take Care of Me – Claire Taylor
When My Depression Doesn’t Lift, I Visit My Mother’s House and Let Her Take Care of Me We see three toads on our walk down the mountain. They are spread out across the road, bodies flattened to paper, guts splattered in thick clumps. Do you think they all died together, I ask, but their bodies…
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Northridge – Brian Yapko
Northridge The evening battle augured the earthquake.I shouted, tippled and vapored intothe troubled sleep of the self-damned,despairing of our vows and the lie of identityI needed to survive you.I dreamt roughly of Michelangelo andathletes on Greek urns, until jolted awake to thecacophony of mountains disintegrating —a roar so thrilling to the eardrum and marrow itsurely…