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The English Channel’s Battlestar
The English Channel’s precipitate attiring moonshot typified. Battlestar in the season of an impertinent array of soft answers mellowing in the dust of collegial denouements like a pitcher handled scenically...
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inflamed torso in the bedlam of ostracized counsel
forging directional homilies implicit nociception from tireless irrigation birds surrounding the enté house of stalk roots place of attention under traditional salient coats trusted bex apprehension where traveling discontinues now...
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The cold Los Angeles home for the evening
midnight cold warrior sacrilege in the temple of air solidifying in southern smoke like trails in mountain holes disdained under the lightening of bears here, so camouflaged in the blood...
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The next to come
The next to come will be a small man he will smile as though jumping up and down on a trampoline he will be significantly worse than anyone who has...
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The midst of the triumvirate begging the pilgrimage
do not follow thought leaders or passionate poll spokespersons claiming to stand for this or that interest pass over the broken falls congregate to the southeastern U.S. compare the advantage...
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New Chapbook: Holding For Sailor-Smiths’s Songs
I have posted a new chapbook to Internet Archive. This is by far the shortest book I have uploaded. God told me to do this. I have been meaning to...
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Tethered Oaks
under mass persuasion there leaves a door-mark for subconscious signatures arriving at gates measured true August frailty adjudicated like resting casts under a family of near and tethered oaks believing...
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harvested fabrics like falling Saponaria pines
harvested fabrics like falling Saponaria pines tinged gjöd magnets like triads in dime supply mines cordial as a hornet’s nest hanging from the testes of an elephant fornical advocate alieved...
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There are houses that grow on ascetic stumbling iron
Where there was once a stall of apricot horses small and smiling in the corner of celestial blocs, there was no transgressor more illuminated than time, no doorway, to marked-pierced...