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  • Border Rushes on Stall-wick Proposals

    These fingers have seen tomorrow’s enchanted naked oleiferous ceremony Like a perturbed sandquake mirrored on the pillow landing mass fountains A shut-in prophesying allocations for carpet dreams like sentinel frosted...

  • Cat Power is Forever

    God’s Fräulein hippeastrum flower shapes with clover secrets oloroso dining fights with sunshine apricots fingers like etalon ornaments scolded for the dream sold for the recess seams the children of...

  • Is There in Art No Science?

    Pedestals lining the balcony straights For perturbed documented locations of beauty Social constructs and feathered highway skies Those who have internalized lies Those who have internalized beauty See no sacrament...

  • On wavelengths not dismissed

    I’ve experienced what it would be like if Herman Melville wrote The Truman Show. I’ve felt the whiplash of an internal dialogue like stormy waves on the ocean. And yet,...

  • Soil of Memory

    Bioturbation management card sharks Disrupting the soil array of time and dignified responses Sad days and solar exchange In the weeds of the back-throat of her mind Solidifying distinction in...

  • Parched Shores

    Parched shores and scorched earth entryways Extolling the difference between lost sitars And exiting indifference for bells of sound Made up for your focused intelligence And solitary malfeasance like doldrums,...

  • Confirmation of My Last Year

    God has arrived to take my life She appears regal and mocks me She refuses to intervene in human affairs She is surprised I determined why She is here Thank...

  • A Song of Statutes

    If you reveal yourself to the world The world will reveal itself to you. Those without are closer to within. It is better to have nothing And to be locked...

  • A Morning with God – the Woman King

    I anticipated seeing God and She was there She knew I wanted to see her, reading my thoughts She showed Herself to me, closely, as an figure in a dress...

  • Grocery aisle on fire

    She sings of the lost past In the distant halls of cups of frowning services Like a ditch made of fire and tweezers Too dedicated to be bold Too in...