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If you promise not to let your eyes open too wide I’ll read you a story I wrote about the sounds of fresh vowels sinking into early morning ears, punctuated by smoke swirls rising and falling. I’ll highlight the passage about the protagonist breathing in time with the music she hears passing in cars-- like the Doppler Effect, but with gracefulness (so they do not fall too hard on the pavement.) Try to fall asleep on the slalom curves of “s’s” and let the soft verbs and sleepy descriptions of ...

You used to be so silent, a bird with no wings— a prehistoric something that I could never quite lay my hands on, a skewed reflection in a pond that is too cold in summertime so that the surface doesn’t freeze but the fish become immobile in the blocks of concrete ice, waiting for their fins to evolve into wings. You are frozen, too (frozen but still breathing) standing on the bank yards, maybe feet, from where I am digging my feet into the soft soil pressing deeper down to feel the cold bene...