Month: September 2025
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the mercies of gravel ponds
spherule newscast ritual mechanics mountains descale sedimentary lining chains hold the tip to the surface, waiting, like peach orchard antagonist books scaling the subsided wanderings and brooked control saying, “I...
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when the gentlemen doesn’t look both ways
a father’s crumbs at the sergeant’s table laced between ornery thumbs, standards on the bottom of the plate working through a payment for rivers of curtains and curtains of rivers,...
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Past Marriage Rings Cuffed Neatly Between Nation-States’s Grocery Bags
arousing discomfort like bags of headache powder towering to hell Paris dancing with glasses of water and Snowy Albatross turkey meat grind the blank screen after the anthem smells like...
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griefmaps like elephant tongues
it’s the hot pipes coasting down the hills like rooftop Schneider waiting again to smell the escaping fires from the astray dorms disrupted from shadow- affairs, like a griefmap, and...
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forty-seven revolutions dimmer
hope drafts its own policy and conspires its own ends like a snake walking towards a stone drift birth is magnified conceit to bring you into the fold that allows...
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walking into substrate heavens
new gifts for retired subsidence names under conquest signing tears guffawing all across the bay of Armstrong de Price where tattered shrieks map orchestration and maths are stated, somehow condensed...
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impecunious longshore drift
dotted notes of mercy clamorous and printing few books knocking doronicums deinstalled dispassion eloped, a weighty egress now disdained
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Root Fragments of Salvage Parts
There is a zebra in my bathtub, speaking, “Some constructs are louder than pearls.” but there is a zebra in my bathtub. There is a frontosa cichlid in my bathtub,...
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The Heartbeat of the Theatre at the Plinius Crater
The family has driven from South Dakota to the lunar bases on the Plinius crater seeking a warm coat like a sponge without an ocean for cover or still lining....
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Yet Another Pace Station
A keepsake from the butcher’s market, tolling, down the flood of stars like an indispensable explanation, untold, under lead and honey where the feast does drive aside for fragility, struck...