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Oaxaca 1
I married a communist of horrible depth at the grand fiesta americana rooftop party and was totally fine with it now that i’m forty tattoos hoop earrings chapulines tiny talking as small noises salt the air where bushnell burned ropes from clouds reflected in the eyes of lesser roadrunner and greater light runner cannot possibly…
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Movie Review
Hard right victim of expectation and critique young hurt hands the screen everything incredibly bitten dessert madness of academic adulthood gnashing elephant tusks piss miss a chance to reiterate russell’s thesis by short circuiting an electric fence we found together me and bob balaban soaking wet lion’s mane of terrible late night slash through hollywood…
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On Line Breaks
Minimal poems are limit cases not just for written expression but also insects parents mice samples of fresh dew gather slow empty shelters sparrow feathers snail shells something soon stands for copyright law on the other hand i sit licking rocks all day for a client who seldom evolves dancing barefoot on fire with his…
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Clump Spirit
My father loved his practical cadillac most at eleven every night for centuries with unwavering hope of surviving life’s fad diet brushed his teeth and exploded maybe with ambiguity maybe tala madani’s cumshot number one shaped like christ’s apostles or john lurie is gunna make it though this year of joy divorced from our investors…
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‘Solve’ by Ariana Reines
I loathe youBut I will let you pass Through me. YourStupidity smeared all over me Your hot breath in my earTonight I am the only door Through which you can be madeTo disappear Source: Reines Ariana. Mercury. 1st ed. Fence Books 2011, p. 3.
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‘I Was Afraid of Dying’ by James Wright
Once,I was afraid of dyingIn a field of dry weeds.But now,All day long I have been walking among damp fields,Trying to keep still, listeningTo insects that move patiently.Perhaps they are sampling the fresh dew that gathers slowly In empty snail shellsAnd in the secret shelters of sparrow feathers fallen on the earth. Source: Wright, James.…
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