livingston manor
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Saint Maeve
is a storyfirst about placesof worship and winter’sverbosesoul like the cockatricecoming home toroost like a photograph aspires to distillfeathers fiery iwant to say i burned himselfat the stake ruddy rectrices upfrom drifting smokeaddled measurable jawn miserable i’ve beenunable to liveunder these conditions of resounding successof first impressionsproof of laziness i burned himselfat the stake no…
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‘The Field’ by Ron Padgett
Every once in a while whitelines appear in my fieldof vision, curling sometimesat the top of it and Irealize once again that thereis an invisible rectanglearound everything.How do I know it’s there?I just put it there,that’s how.And those white lines?Little hairsstraggling from my eyebrows. Source: Padgett, Ron. “The Field.” Big Cabin, Coffee House Press, 2019,…
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