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24: the poem I wanted to write, part 3

the poem I wanted to write drew a tree, a mountain, ice, and a man who might have been my brother but he was really watching the river rise and the clang of the anchors– he watches the anchors rise and how the water sworls muddy brown in the center, as if the fish below […]

19: the day Jim DeCesare became a pencil drawing

It was a day like any other they always are when suddenly my brother Daniel, his girl Melissa, and my odd neighbor Henry suddenly turned into pencil marks on the couch and the couch too and the geometric painting I’d made years ago which I swore had once been more colors than just black and […]