My Now Last Year
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the flowers endorse
where stealth cleaves to the remote flower coffin condensed in the blood of its neighbors’s condolences trapped on the tarmac, fleeting like the robbed legs of summer leave me to...
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my last memory of Itamar Ben-Gvir
dying along the sewage cafe where Itamar Ben-Gvir is stepping on my throat whispering, “Marissa Nadler is never coming to save you!” like the roast of a demon in front...
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Hesitation and Trust
revised with the impartial assist of God (Though God wants you know She/He/They had nothing to do with this last stanza) I’ve gone through periods where I felt I owed...
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Sitting on a shelf in Brussels
perhaps the most autonomous ending is the silent theatre with a stock stage countering all happy moments with grief the future will be held with a tried grip now outside...
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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...
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dirt road diplomacy
the falling seeds are not frightened of the reality that they meet the family in textile manure seeks to soften the blow with rest quietly resenting the pledged rain like...
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The Elephant Doctor (Circles)
For me (1 – 7) four moons for patriots to decide on five shades of partially belonging to truth where are riddles that take us home when we were alone...
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Evening kisses with God
Where I had assumed, perhaps too comfortably, that God would talk me off the ledge, I hear Her say, “I never told you I would talk you off the ledge....
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the size of a mini-stroke is a teasing haunt
so close to end carbon streets filled gas lighting never immersed in the nighttime voices of doctored files where I came from they always had a secret to display if...