Marie DugganIt’s 101 and hoton the 101. My pointer finger tap-tap-taps against the steering wheel to a song that’s silent on the radio…May 9, 2020May 9, 2020
Marie DugganGo. And. Stop.Rain hits the windshield. Each tear bursting open on contact with the passion of popcorn kernels…can’t forget…Mar 29, 2019Mar 29, 2019
Marie DugganThursday…The dry air carries the smell of rotting pomegranates and sewage…Mar 11, 2019Mar 11, 2019
Marie Duggan415 Sq. Ft.I know almost every inch of the 415 square feet I live with…Mar 6, 20194Mar 6, 20194
Marie DugganRoadkillShe listens. She always listened. Just like she was told…Mar 2, 20191Mar 2, 20191
Marie DugganThe air bitesmy night-time lungs and turns skin into ivory. Vibrations oscillate, sync with the clock in my chest…Feb 27, 20191Feb 27, 20191
Marie DugganJourney to the Ceiling of the EarthI will go! he decided in his earthworm mind. They don’t know, but I will go. There he goes, they’d say, stay in your root collection…Feb 25, 20191Feb 25, 20191
