PTSD

A firefighter’s lamentation They do not wander off,walk around lost,or even get up from the groundto search for loved ones. There is no floating awayinto the skywith gilded wingsto embrace…

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Albion

On narrow roads twistingbetween the farms, if farmsthese were and not fallowfields set off by stone wallstoo low to keep anythingin or out. I’d been toldthat when the west wind…

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Leaves

The Chevy stamping plantcommandeered by clansof enormous rats so skilledin their pursuit of lifethey devoured intricatemachine parts believedinedible. Five nightsa week you lived there—this was in ’46—; and whena long…

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