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Anne Born 2016

The House is Not a House

1. Seen from the top of the ridge, the house is a charm hanging between horseshoe and slipper around my wrist. You marvel at the silver roses carved around a tiny silver door.   2. The house opens its mouth when told to. Syrupy light trickles through its teeth. A fairy-tale wind blows a curse […]

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