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You had to go. I remember the time your tent twisted up in a wind storm late at night and I screamed, ‘She is going to be destroyed’. G backed you out under the stars, I walked around with a flashlight looking for scars praying. You seduced me with your white leather seats, mood lights; […]


I love quotes. Here’s one by Flaubert,¬†‘Be regular and orderly in your life so that you may be violent and original in your work.’¬†This sits on my desk held by a cross-eyed cat. When I think my life is dull I replace the word dull with orderly so I can let my imagination loose with […]


A wizened old woman holding a cardboard sign, ‘104 years old trying to get a million likes’; a bombed out city I can’t pronounce, body pieces, need your help; a disfigured child, share and pray for me. I’m derailed. I had this job one summer.   Please take this butter to my sister they don’t […]


Little silver needles, a French pattern, fingering merino/possum yarn. Two millimeter needles are bird bones. Eighty one stitches make me blind. I braille knit to keep the stitches from sliding into oblivion. This new language of wool. A faerie dress.   Who sits with a possum, combing fur to spin, playing dead. I see it […]


I learned to knit. I wanted something to do when G and I drink. Something I could do with minimum supplies, a dog in my lap, music playing, G telling me about his day and wine. So I thought a ball of wool and needles. My grandmother was a knitter. She never touched a drink; […]


We follow the tracks of a snowmobile, the Russel and I on a frozen sidewalk. We head toward the river, a farm fence on the left. Rose stiffens and sniffs the air. Impaled on a metal post is a deer head. The eyes glazed and open, tongue swollen to one side, the ears soft and […]