Poetry
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The needle base
no one is a fixture at any point in time realigned to the sound evening shadows bend below is the doomed orchestration like a flagrant society rushing in to find...
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Franklin’s Balcony
smoky brass conjuring Franklin’s costly rowing furnace dew – your pleasure milks across the evening storms’s seven-year box matches, relinquish your shop, startled timidity – bring our human humbling distracted...
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You told us you were the enemy
storms clashing in the bleachers where the voices reach the center field the stress of the induction seems to call, “didn’t you crave the end?” “What changed?” “You said you...
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Siren’s Song Axes
The plow scouring saints disinfect the skirts of the holy trailer work hats on your father’s head, be advised the rooms are moving with the sinner the vacuum and hay...
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The see drained Selene temple
Helios is crying with sandbags under his instructive eyes like tire irons drawn out to the sound of docile instruments measures of low calorie wheat tackle the diminutive sealing forest...
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no primary language of the afterlife
no language, no design, no tension – no countering weight no book that can tell the truth of our misgivings in the wild of the trailer park birthing us into...
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the red gauntlet holding five books flooding Dan in Damascus
“Fyve bookes com doun from heven for informacioun of mankynde.” – R. Higden, Polychronican Book 1 a sisterhood of tall pines varied saints drunk on tales lips searing the skin...
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supplication for avaricious strenuous stalks
after the dawn paradigm we are fit maladroit partners married to the moonstrokes like rigid firesticks donned with camps of gorgeous water pipes, where fesen strokes dine in ashtray cars...
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Experimenting lately
I have definitely been experimenting all 2026. I fell out of the zone around mid December and I knew it was coming. That was after being in the zone for...
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calliditie discourse from the meaning to the sea
devil hounds ligate for short breathing spells like the craft of strangers compiled with coasts among mothers and ghost titillated corn brush gasping at registered voters for historical sake dog...