Inheritances by Bliss Goldstein

Inheritances My brother tells me he wants to save me from the shock of finding out what’s in Ma’s will. Do you want me to read you what she said? His phone voice...

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My first creations were small and elaborate villages that I made for ants. On the Scottish side of my family I come from a...

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Man Stands Outside the World Perched not so high,in squatty crouched gargoyleposition. Man stands outside the worldand I am that man. Rubbing a morning’s dewfrom gushing goldfingers. A...

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But Nothing Is How does one measureenough-ness? Existingas the sum ofallone would ever need?I can littleascertainfor myself if even Isuffice It is a feelingintangible as etheronly...

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