Member since April 9, 2016 | 169 Readings |

Kate Peterson

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Capricorn

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Sometimes the sky is a deep purple / with a thick streak of pink through the middle. / And the highway is a gold chain / you’ve snaked across some…

Open Season

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There’s a hum at the window, rain or wind through the yellow death of autumn. Somewhere a doe is lifting her soft face in a clearing, chewing the…

Natural History

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I saw a small dead bird on its back / head and feet straight up, held / by pearl sewing needles / same shade as the eye sockets / empty and…

After the bees —

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After Standing Rock // darkness. Blooms / so rare you’d save the petals, / sticky with rot and ache / like a coming storm. // Set aside your skin…

Shine

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It was not sudden / the windowless room / with only their black pupils showing / so none of them were smiling / even if they were. // It was…

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Plague Year

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We have moments / not lives. There’s a sudden breeze. Sweet scent.One of our girlsputs a paw on her sister’s. The news is bad,then worse, then…

The Fish

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Bukowski started it, got drunk and picked a fight with John Muir. He didn’t want to fight for any ideological reason—it was just somehow what he…

The Worst Winter Since 1989

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For the past three days, // white wind and heavy drifts / have closed the road. / Besieged by ten below, / but there’s enough to eat / and…

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If only you could choose / to feel deeply. Since you cannot, / I will feel deeply for us both. / I will bury our hundred summers / in a hole…

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