All the flesh in the world will fail us,
said my mother,
who fed twenty deer every day
for twenty years
but couldn’t stop them
from leaving her.
— Rob Cook

While I sat there waiting for an immediate future to unfold a spectacular view, he was strolling in a landscape that was intact only in his mind. He had a map but no town.
— Priya Rajan

[Telemachus, she calls, it’s time.] Her strength / shrivels mine. But I believe I’m a man, / or nearly.
— Jeanne Larsen

An innkeeper sneezes. In that time, he lives another life as a fox.
—@MagicRealismBot

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