Poetry
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a night terror on a broken limb in the desert
look out loud to the abandoned desert where trees are pretending to be sand language across centuries to the most basic elements lost for generations sizing me up I had...
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theatre of hearts standing on stilts
a shell of any kind like fragmented radio wine patrolling the May Ostrich farm into the evening sickened with false starts and tagged tenor mountain clef dis-acquaintance sung out parley...
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Hope Resists
designed from models of sea-dwelling behemoths four guitars triumphant under noonday totals pretending not to be awoken by sterling stars imitating the seize of melodies truncating raised in excellence in...
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samizdat literature and garden seeds
revisiting shapeless wood cartridge cases dominating lower places and a central point’s eyes on track the length of time a person closes the door drawing eyes worth listening to cheer...
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Manipulation of hearts and doctors
I’ve never delivered a heart well, that’s not true when I was younger I may have had the opportunity But hearts betray language it is completely unclear, certainly what part...
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May Day’s Coil
May Day reprisals sweeping in from the west and mid-west like concrete light barriers and a million stores striking disguising accusatory preferences and a toss to the old dime of...
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deer-hair song
a harvest of sold songs tempering displaced conversation pastime annuity foraged like clumsy limbs from tired oak feeling the amateur golden glass of passion and sold ink festive fetal position...