Tessa Livingstone
Grant, 1970 When you were twelve & your horse reared up, uprooting the wooden stake from soft soil & how…
Read MoreGrant, 1970 When you were twelve & your horse reared up, uprooting the wooden stake from soft soil & how…
Read MoreMy Father’s Silent Films They have always been in an old blue suitcase—the hard-backed kind with brass latches and airline…
Read MoreOn the Porch of my childhood home Orion’s belt confronts me I tell him everything’s changed even the coffee in…
Read MoreHalf a human tooth shares roughly the same make-up as one of the chunks you masticate a handful of peanut…
Read MoreBorrowing It was summer, and the lake at the end of Emma’s house stank of the heat, the moon hung…
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