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A.J. Odasso

TIMEPIECE, A.J. Odasso

August 20, 2017 barkingsycamores 0

Timepiece by A.J. Odasso You put your watch— worn, Timex, cheap— in my hand. I was nine. You said, “Listen, those oil drums behind the garage are about to blow.” The coil of my digits […]

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STOLEN FIRE, Wendi White

August 19, 2017 barkingsycamores 0

Stolen Fire by Wendi White Each of us, turning a key, flipping a switch, uses the energy of 89 slaves. — Andrew Nikiforuk You said, dear Father, that Monticello could not keep its fields plowed, […]

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FIREFLIES GONE, A.J. Odasso

August 17, 2017 barkingsycamores 0

Fireflies Gone by A.J. Odasso My grandmother wrapped me in rouge one cacophonous October, told me my father had worn the same dress. Tomboyish as Red, I asked if she wished Dad had been a […]

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TIME’S ARROW, Wendi White

August 16, 2017 barkingsycamores 0

Time’s Arrow by Wendi White After Piedra de Sol I search for an instant alive as a bird, through which I can fly beyond the courtyard of climbing vines, the fig tree bursting, the pomegranate […]

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PAINT BY NUMBERS, Shana Wolstein

August 15, 2017 barkingsycamores 0

Paint by Numbers by Shana Wolstein I’m anxious about my anxiety and even though the catalyst never happened the energy I had saved without an outlet is now spilling out of my joints like combustion, […]

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KEEP OUT, Kevin Zepper

August 14, 2017 barkingsycamores 0

[Image description: A landscape oriented image showing an abandoned building. It has a slanted metal roof mottled with brown rust patches. The building itself has walls of greyish-white and is surrounded by trees and tall, […]

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RECONNAISSANCE, Wendi White

August 13, 2017 barkingsycamores 0

Reconnaissance by Wendi White At times I glimpse their shadows shifting between the trees shorn of leaves. Befeathered, bemused, they wait and watch. Four hundred years later in the half light of solstice, they waver […]

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DNR, A.J. Odasso

August 11, 2017 barkingsycamores 0

DNR by A.J. Odasso I am so thin, reads the mimeograph, final line in my great-grandmother’s letter. Records say it was consumption that killed her, slow wasting- away of hunger and breath. I am so […]

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