Music
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Lucie Horsch Sits Too Silent Among the Maple Pears
an instrument of stolen rocks to make comets the Ferengi rule to “whisper your way to success” albeit minor dinosaurs dance around your feet in perfect trilithon roundtable dissenting from...
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A Conversation With a Musician and a Forest
She said to tell you She’s here listening to you and inside of you She says She is not God as you know such an entity to be, but a...
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Akiko Suwanai
Bent like freed grass in the tuft of nuptials Sacred like a bow of animal skin abrasion Won under the harsh duress of ten weeks in the desert Scored with...
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Bird Constructions
Cat Clyde sings “Mama Said” and the sky parts below her crystal wings She has no stalk-raven atrophy ravaging the salt nests of orphan seismology This is where God lets...
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Singing of the Milk of Dawn
Cat Power taunting the maneuvering steer hounds crystal perilymphatic molars betrayed like soft lines of regret and corporate ashtrays seek silence in the cow dung of metre time stamps forgotten...
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She sees no rendition of the former past midnight for incoming Rome
a proximity fuse among falling out threads like sky maps awake for Cat Clyde and harmony of tired servitude recorded four thousand years ago in caves of stern relationships and...
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Solaria For Enervated Saints
Where just pretending is dreaming A man from America, shoots after mimicking the warfare Of a mirror shave Forgotten ages of let go stinge, just eliminating hunger In exchange for...
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tomorrow E’rth’s patience for pearl-like songs
car stools in Mother Glory’s absent faucet rules of tepid time-lapses through a passive army of savage pacifiers set in painful remonstrances like teething time-lapses altogether among the dropped tones...
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Roofline Disposition Under an Oblate Counterfeit Humectant
Her feelings humidify the surrounding puzzled air With a distortion of grazing sounds Bovine muscles tend to her flock Cat Power sings from the balcony Charred resentment swings adrift from...
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Freya Arde’s Cool River
Where the moon windows stop the pearls of contained catastrophes eclipse like borrowed phrases and stolen rhymes that even Paul Simon could not manifest disjointed within the heart of solace...