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Rich Ives


Memory, A Small Brown Bird

From the balcony you watched her walking among fallen masonry on the hillside, golden dust-light of autumn sprawled at your feet, a small brown bird cooing in the hazelbush. The wooden floor of your room leaned to the window where you first saw her w [...]

The Answer Man

in the midst of all this mystery I am here with answers I have a letter of recommendation from a rose-thorn my credentials are under the care and feet of the oldest goat in Garver County I have two degrees in sunlight and a third in glass insomnia i [...]