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  • Brighter Lightening Stones

    regret and flagstone persuasion among the tattering courts and courses like a mistake in the disheveled millstone and rock bottom at the end of targeted recursion faithful to a matter...

  • Doorway Indices

    The sailors’s manifesto is curtains drawn on the customs of our better selves and doorway indices The stalwart lining so short with tempered alimony and shaded ferns of albatross laughter...

  • Barbed Wire Curtains

    patience with barbed wire curtains among the dull restraints of yesterday’s autumn harvest too immune to the differences too demure to be casual with the obstructing play Silence is lost...

  • A hall pass from God

    Discipline is more valuable than money, more important than transcendence, and might even be a hall pass from God. Within the mourning wintersong winter quarters are silent spreadsheets dispose nocturnal...

  • Driftwood Tested Melodies

    with the weights and the sun coast driftwood brings tinkerers to asphalt crested tits flapping adroit and soulful, singing shorthand like waves on the sun coast, they are not from...

  • From the Sun to the Unaltered Sea

    Swimming around tyrants on toy-shaped fishing boats sailing for shark fins and dolmen-esque pools of sliding carpentry tools where he does not break silence over the camping gear and scolded...

  • Chambers of Properties

    Vitoria-Gasteiz strung to past and present tenses rebetika out of place on the centerpiece where the imagination has crafted community and condolences, for now appealing to grateful distended crab spider...

  • Haley Heynderickx

    Swans flutter around a pond of street water Horns barricade solemn strength gateposts fingers cry out in perfect harmony like a stranger from the balcony One who is good, like...

  • menstrual marching bands

    communication, my one-time friend the texts and sources of ha’p’orth descriptions of elaborate feelings cycling with sounds of thoughts like menstrual marching bands so alone, so accompanied by waves of...

  • Tomorrow, we fold

    tonight we are scarce materials like savage bursts of accompaniment that tailor burrowing angles against a doorway of hallowed memories, never the same way following overlapping clovers and sky patrons...