Excerpt: David Appelbaum


From The Letters and Found Poems of Edisa and Chloea Doesn’t life grow strangely devious? My hands now bear scars from wounds not recalled. Even a smile reaches for proof too often. There is innocence, an uncannycandle to show the album. Did we live through another? That fog-bound island we ate periwinkles our first day? … Continue reading


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