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Bree Devones Hsieh

In Quiet

In Quiet

I like it when quiet paints a portrait, moon-like countenance. In the background, day plays away at everything the world needs for movement.
Painting, in an Old Kitchen, Thinking of the Sea

Painting, in an Old Kitchen, Thinking of the Sea

You stand beside the window as I catch a simple scene: Payne’s gray countertop, a bit of teal to wash the walls, hot pink oil to fry the shrimp.
Expedition Notes to the Surface of a Heart

Expedition Notes to the Surface of a Heart

The south-east patch of heart is rough, very calloused, almost scales. She tried to pluck them off. They turned to dips, then pock-mark fields.
Elegy for Easy Seasons (or, Internal Seasons in Disarray)

Elegy for Easy Seasons (or, Internal Seasons in Disarray)

Spring when knowledge felt like teenage love: blush, some words—branching out, tasting, opening, until the last hour of Summer light.

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