Aspen Matis by Ted Guevara
Throw that cane away; let it bounce and belittle itself among the down rocks. And please don’t look back to cradle it like Moses’ staff, its blackness unworthy of [...]
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You’re a Movie I Haven’t Finished by Ted Guevara
Frames of you resemble the lead in a way that is not flimsy. The thinness of you slips under glass. You were that saved forest I zip-lined over I have to see you in bowed [...]
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