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1h ago
with sea level a tedious mediandecent allure sirens songingit is possible time is god watching cool indifferent made up & of orbits moon nights fortnightly leathery dusk thenwaves of approach then waves thrumming crumble a baptism a longwithness wind arched palms encrusted in wind form telling on form’s lies ..read more
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5h ago
At first, I bewail. After ten minutes, I settle into weeping, reading accounts of people looking for kin among the bodies recovered from yet another mass grave in Palestine. I spent the day with friends, talking poetry, renouncing parenting and work for an afternoon. My body, agitated to impasse, hives out and the regular solar ..read more
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5h ago
means something’s next to something else. Two concepts not quite kissing, but sitting hip to hip on the subway. It comes off sounding tentative. Why so afraid of asserting connections? It’s easy: for fans of X; listen if you like Y. Or I hear an edge of accusation: Who are your affiliates? Are you a ..read more
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6h ago
[ w/ bright green large format dot grid & blue ink ] The Dalles was opening upto consume me. i rolledalongside the vehicle,ready to be paved to sleep,unable to take the requiredpills, holding open theromantic sky by settingfires. this is full extensionof the leg. this is walkingand crying in sync. littleblue, never home, andrarely a ..read more
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6h ago
[ w/ bright green large format dot grid & blue ink ] lingering spirit drives home, a succinctghost with human eyes exploding humanform, replaying human form, a dvd menuof having been alive, shard of music, bright light refusing to accommodate deepsleep ..read more
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6h ago
there was an oud to exalt the processand cloud to hold it flash lightning in the plasma when the initiatesays spasm me conch shell me de-nation me[in which nation = debt intonations cf detonations] forgive me over a large bowl of emo-punch with much mirtheffluvia thinking we dream of salacious intrepid dolphins we heaving-headed hydra ..read more
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12h ago
[ w/ bright green large format dot grid & black ink ] sweet turned the phrase an uneven page, so uneven it rots. plant matter isn’t afraid of allthe ways we selve and salvage, what wechoose without a stable surface. the questionspile beyond their own letter, the page purpling. purple, the reminder. lavender converts to ..read more
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12h ago
[ w/ bright green large format dot grid & black ink ] we begin with environmental rests until the ground absorbs us, until we pigment and wing. a stain is what nature discontinues. we see so leaky our words fail. we’re kind of waking. we’re studying our leaks, no seed or directive, no matter. the ..read more
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14h ago
Translation of a poem by Yen Ai-lin. * Friday, Tuesday, and Sunday * “Let me dig a well in your maternal soil.” It’s Friday. A poet at a construction site said so. He earns fifty bucks a day. When he leaves 3 and 1/2 days of life’s recompense lie beside the pillow. * A missionary ..read more
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14h ago
There is nothing I want from you,lighthouse of bottlefly eye.I never sought a port.Temporal and lost, made thin by wandering,I scored no corporeal songs.So do not confound me, lighthouse.Lead someone else to return. Absent a body, what makes a grave?Not bright birdsong, not lithe air,not sustenance by chalice,or modest beds at bright perimeters.Path me, lighthouse ..read more