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I am the anchor to every oracle.

michele-bannister April 1, 2014

each morning she awoke as a cog

Beth Cato April 1, 2014

Don’t think I didn’t watch the news, sister of mine,

Ada Hoffman March 4, 2014

He made time from spinning seconds collected from door jambs

J.J. Hunter March 4, 2014

Sleep lives inside the bed, the same color as the inside of eyelids,

Gillian Daniels February 4, 2014

These are the days of silver, and of gold —

Amal El-Mohtar December 3, 2013