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Ghouls away from the source of milk and concrete disais
ghouls of harmonic resonances and muscle and skin tasting the flowers of the canopy like rudders on a throne graphing seaside chiefs where cords swindle back and forth waves tender...
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Two new books added to my Internet Archive profile: Algol, Part III and Do Not Sell The Earth: Popular Selections
I have uploaded two new books to Internet Archive. The first is a chapbook. Algol, Part III is so named because it is the third part in a series that...
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$45 personalized poems
With me being in deep financial strains, I thought it best to launch an idea I had previously considered. Personalized poems. They are $45 each. They can be to mark...
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Romanticizing Poverty
space age Beguines romanticizing poverty like eggshells thrown with the coffee machine the dish towel on the floor, mother crying father saying now is not a good time to talk...
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knit together structures and chosen companions like humming resonance targeting the head of a pillar
rhapsody of straightened out meters condoning the body of knowledge conjured “when will it be true?” said the guzzled gas like heartbreaks in a lone traction chord “get into trouble,”...
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The importance of community
I see everything in double the first hour or two after I wake so I need to close one eye and write one eye’d hymns Doctor’s letters that never make...
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Cassandra, dear soul of returning flames
Oh Cassandra, your dreams were never eclipsed never borrowed by the high courts as doctrine Oh Cassandra, how you continued to see truth-telling only to be transfigured into sex slavery...
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What is it like to write a poem?
It is a defibrillator on an apple or a swimming suit on a tomato that cannot swim, nor desires to It is a community dance that no one wants to...
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the patron saint of arts gives birth to dimmed stars and filed entry
dimming the scaffolds on the marquee of hearts and lore the patron saint of arts’s collective harmonics pray needling where pictures grow into mountains along a favorite fishing dock measuring...