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Waiting on the laundry pitch-taker out of context
Where the telephones face the mud rattling starry in the pleasant in-skies cornered land of ghosts forming around cement tattling on soft ground, rehearsed arbitration Catered dimensions do not frighten...
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liuedis marking horizontal and continuously upright, citified, and assigned conscious
Charlyn Marie Marshall is giving skin to God and finding trimmed harps to bring into the heavens no matter how grace is configured, conjectured, or still, there are douses of...
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Rappelling
glaciers chipping on and off Humphreys Peak sparse misdirected Birdcage Evening Primrose twelve steps from a caved in fire miles from camp never were there rewards that aspired nocturnal
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lamentation for less than three people
if my dreams are answered and contemplated and I leave this stolid, ruthless, and murderous planet sooner rather than later, if there is such a thing as mercy, I will...
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wheel-wrights within wheel-wrights; gusts under the temporal strains
storming goals like carbine ashen medicine a break apart from the wasted and hands-folded corsetière misplaced Toarcian in summer paces never meant to destroy our backs against the wind but...
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jumping rivers, denoting the passages
there were saturated windows on the headframe of our gusts landfill jealousy with a bruised eye holding the only trophy vacant sour crops like camps under the timber cosmos the...
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Chapbook uploaded: The Diaspora of Moonlight Interposed
I have uploaded another chapbook of 30 poems to Internet Archive: The Diaspora of Moonlight Interposed It may be possible this will be the last book/chapbook I upload, though that...
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Elephant Recycling
burrowed in the low lying branches the trees are acoustic slumber tresses in the night, corded and smoking illusions to the snakes, sugar for asphalt hallucinogenic mornings beyond the painted...
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So many sold desert mornings, away I will go
If we scatter to pillows laid down on ginger saber-rattling dragging through the town square had fun today, the waves were screaming holidays jumping up and down on irons television...