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October 11, 2021 |
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of the universe some remnant of prayer shawl, Kippah, candle. Vestment, nun’s habit, incense. The moon can eclipse the sun, the moon’s red and the red beads around grandmother’s neck...
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September 30, 2021 |
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“…Speak to me. Take my hand. I will tell you all. I will conceal nothing…Fist my mind in your hand. What are you now?…” -from Effort at Speech Between Two People by Muriel...
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June 3, 2021 |
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STÖRRISCH My art teacher once said “The clay is as it was born” And I think of my mother Her spine cradled me into this I accepted welcoming like a common burdock...
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June 1, 2021 |
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In the trees, the noonrose like an unmarked shadow,bare and sullen. A cat closed his eyesfor sleep. A cat slumbered inthe darkness of sun. In the window, apoet was imagininga...
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May 11, 2021 |
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STORY TELLING God raised an eyebrow, twitching nothing into possibility Questions blessed with spit and mistakes Universes quoting Beckett long before college students would ...
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January 11, 2021 |
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In the cemetery for thwarted artists A breach caused by the storm surge A resurrection: crosses Rise from the snow like wild grasses. We are dealing with categories we...
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January 11, 2021 |
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My mother had been saying “I need to get out of here” for several hours. The night before, she had called out into the darkness from her recliner, that she was lost in the woods and...
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January 10, 2021 |
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LISTEN First he’ll gift me nights tied with cheap Merlot ribbons frayed beneath crescent moons then introduce me to the art of whistling, instruct me to pucker less before...
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January 4, 2021 |
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LET X BE THE CENTRE My body builds another body inside itself. My mother gives birth and she is mythless and moonless again and this is what I fear most: her, yellowing in the soft and...
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October 26, 2020 |
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It’s not hard to think of yourself, the empty beer bottle, your sleeping wife (on the border of despair), the news that brews disaster after disaster more revelations of harassment...
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October 25, 2020 |
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From under the awning, I could hear a sound like small fragmenting pieces of stone crashing into the window. The rain was starting to pour down from above; listening to it for a moment, I...
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October 25, 2020 |
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You should never ever use the word vagina in a poem.Better to write about the great wall of Chinaor Nina from Carolina.Better to describe the dinerin the desert of Nevadawith its blue walls...
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October 24, 2020 |
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over the Salton Sea, with the aircraft shooting out of the tip of the phallus. We...
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October 24, 2020 |
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he spits saliva into bottles containing ships / ponders how far his DNA can take him / the ink on his divorce still glinting / aspires to be stately / in ways he fell short as man of the...
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October 24, 2020 |
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When it came to playing, I lived with two experts. Zack had an imagination that turned the same stick into a dolphin, fishing pole, race car, pencil, or gun all in one day. Scott would...