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February 2, 2022 |
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you can never not see a bird in your house. Every rustling paper, every curtain twisting in a breeze, every shadow on a ceiling is a frantic, fluttering bird. One winter we had...
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January 25, 2022 |
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THE THIRD ROCK from somewhere up looks like an abstract work of art— splashes of blue pacific waters & blurred lands smeared by cirrus. when one stays there for a...
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January 25, 2022 |
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You’ve been light-year fast-balling your fire my wayfor billions of years. And I’m out here in the mundane darkthrowing a hard chunk of Planet Earth right back at you.Not trying to...
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January 25, 2022 |
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If not restoring the cat’s order, if not coffee for two, who am I, what do I desire? Walking alone on the beach, Claire wants to etymologize— but she’s got mere seconds to coin the...
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December 3, 2021 |
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Never seen one out here before, so close to the road, flying off the mossy rocks– angles and intent. Morgan Bazilian is a poet and Professor of quantum mechanics...
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November 30, 2021 |
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One evening I thought to save the azaleas along my back fence. Unraveled livid green vines from their choked branches. Next day I found a dime-wide blood-bloom on my left side,...
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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 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...