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Witnessing

It was by no means coincidence that a tortoise the size of a manhole cover walked out of the open desert and into the path of our car. I believe in the goddess of close calls now and built her a hand polished shrine by the...
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for Trish Saunders First off, it isn’t Mr. Trump. It’s Mr. President. Alright? You want my tax returns? I’ve 5 accountants working on them full-time, but you can’t get even one to squeal on me? You don’t deserve it then. I’ll give you one big clue....
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Coupling

Strangers We never shared the same space; circumstance kept us apart. We passed so close I’m sure we must’ve touched on some level, but life went on unaware, invisible threads. Friends I got you to laugh in the middle of our tragedies, and you let me cry until I...
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no vacancy

so full of yourself with no room available before you implode
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By the Maple

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My grandmother asked. I was six years old and thought she had met Abraham Lincoln. An old beach photo caught her in sandy ankle boots and cinched waist, her long hair blowing free of its pins. She had lost her husband in France to shell shock and later to...
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Liberated Me

I buy my own groceries, fix my own meals, wash my dirty dishes: what more could a woman want? She might want a stiff erection, that's what: something I last had back at the turn of the century. She might want a man to give her...
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Edwin

Edwin was going bald in high school. Don’t ask me to describe him. Just take my word for it. He was not handsome. The popular girls didn’t want his cooties. When he laughed his buck teeth bucked. His thick glasses made his eyes look fat. It’s no surprise that Edwin was a...
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I sent my new poem to an old friend who replied: “I know nothing of poetry.” Another said about the same. “I don’t read the stuff. Sorry.” It got me to thinking. Had I sent in a stock tip, they would have rewarded...
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Her Knickers

gust on a carousel, revolve in Summer sun as she kals to her mam on her doorstep. Blown me nose on more material. says her mam. Cheese-wire me arse. They're comfy, mam. 'sides lads like 'em. Off you mean. When they've got it on 'em. Both snort...
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I won’t accept death delivered in prose. Darkness fell twice tonight; can we still know what’s real? Give me your hand and we'll compose ourselves. Do you recall, not long ago, when one could mourn but not despair? When pain made sense? I’m tired....
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Rick

was this old friend of mine who gave me my first and only award for poetry. it was near 3 in the morning and we were drunk on cheap vodka, complaining how we couldn’t get published anywhere and never won any awards for our work and we were standing on this corner ready to call it a night and he...
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Finish to Start

I kissed her cheek and whispered, "Good to see you." Snore opened to smile, her eyes looked up. "Hello!" she said like a girl. Then I went into a room with her back on the day I was born.
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Gesamtkunstwerk—Series

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Bedtime, Children!

Beware the old witch who eats lost children. Snuggle closely, my good little ones— warm and tasty from your bath. I will tell you fairy tales of abandoned children shivering alone, selling matches, big bad wolves leering at innocent girls, and naughty little boys growing...
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Watercolors

Owl at full moon, fairy, rose Bumblebee and Dragonfly in Love
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Lockdown

It's a conversation between the doorknob and me when I stare long and its glint in fake gold glances back as if for a turn my hand is too lazy to labor. I've now mastered the parts of the solo window in my bedroom, the sill begging for a...
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Dumpsters

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..things..

that manifest while drawing...
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Curtain Closed

I want to believe in reincarnation.  Maybe it’s because my father told me, just before he died, that he didn’t believe in an afterlife, had no use for Heaven, didn't care if there was a Hell, either. He believed people turn...
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wings on silk dancing small, on fragile fingers dancing, tonight on some kind of neon, pink sea ancient, wooden boats will sail forgotten sailors will be eaten by moths: you’ll fall in love you’ll bounce in and out of people, cities, ghosts flitting thinking of stock market crashes ‘n hallowed eyed surfer kids with...
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Terns

sad disbeliever without feeling beside a window distorted by rain from the second named storm of August I watch three pure-white terns brighter than elegant the delicate grey of slender wings that beat in the hover rise in the gusts then dive to tickle the brown-foamed storm-churned lough no fish — too deep for...
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HEL the sunlight makes long shadows of the trees hands that reach across the road there is that sickening moment the fall of a thousand guts the soft crunch of breaking bones and a high pitched yelp that merges into the screech of the truck's brake...
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There is nothing sadder than an old elephant at the zoo. All alone, the color of tarmac, a gigantic mouse behind bars. She stands at the ready, turning around and around. By the end of the day, she is fit for a shower...
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With Your Voice

Not just a man who understood the confounding breath of the forest but a man who knew both fire and peace in the conversation of tree and leaf Shrewd and silent as scenting wolves he might’ve remarked We humans often live foraging words forgetting the names...
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The bars close down. The virus. So I have my own drinking night. I line up four glasses of Merlot in my bedroom. Prep my playlist. Debussy and Tchaikovsky mingle with shadows. Moonlight arpeggios weep and brass instruments crash. But there’s no...
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Travel into the bitter north Following the shooting star To the fluorescent display that sears The distance. Aurora Borealis. An oath The night vows will last eons Until the last man on the last horse Says farewell to the smoking earth. Imagine it, the final ghost Of...
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Industrial Pussy

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Dark light

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I come to in the kitchen, leaning against the stove, gripping an empty bag of Trader Joe’s white cheddar popcorn, tasting salt but unable to recall opening the bag & eating its contents. Funny how the time slips away, sang my favorite cowpunk, funny how I once needled my foodie...
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The wood of the old farmhouse still crumbles, paint powdery and chipped. I pick at a flake with my fingernail float from room to room through the past tumbling along the scent of dust and bone. My sisters waken in the bedroom to the...
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POETIC NOISE

On St. Patrick's day the New York Post was printed green and I got fired. It was a Wednesday, payday, and I got paid and fired and I stumbled out of a gray windowless warehouse into drizzling and puddle strewn Brooklyn. I folded the paycheck into my...
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It's quiet in the yard. Gray-green leaves barely rustle. Sun is out: I need to get off this couch. I was in Tangiers where a kindergarten friend I hadn't seen in eighteen years tried to sell me dope. I was in Moose Jaw, Canada; in Skopia, Yugoslavia; I was...
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there is nothing in the night even the moon is probably missing I haven’t bothered to look I remember when you said can you see the breeze through my hair? I want you to know that I did but tonight I don’t see anything the TV...
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Days

let yesterday go          for she’s an imposter- eager to steal today          a rose etched thief who silently, beckons ………………………….. and do not wait for tomorrow,          for he’s a tinker’s dream a liar brushed in silver        dying to drain us                 of our youth
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Youth I keep sitting on the deck trying to feel how I used to when I was younger it was a vibrancy a confidence sometimes I almost feel like that my fingers just a few inches away from it the next door neighbor’s son yells up, "Why are you...
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Pariah

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She must have thought I was bringing up some blingy new couture. I had just told her there had been another one this time in Allentown. Voracious newshounds that we are we knew all about the other ones in Edmonton and Miami in Sarasota and Spokane and of course...
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Whose ribs will fill you now, black silk dress looking reproachfully at me from the half-price rack? I don't like your "look at me!" plea with one shoulder sliding  floorward           off the hanger. I want someone to wear you dancing in some dive on a moonless night drinking...
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are at it again in the street they practice twice a week on a Tuesday and Thursday more in the periods before the local fiestas it is painful to listen to the duff notes make me listen even harder– is that really Despacito? this band is...
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Ikebana

When I withhold desire to sate the empty vase is when I saunter through the garden a virtual arrangement of flora on feet on display with my peers.
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It’s your ghost, no, it’s you— coatless in June rain on the longest day, walking with your arms crossed over your chest to keep warm, so I know you're not a ghost after all, but you might be your son, and I'm trailing you, knowing...
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Something moved, down on the floor, as I sat staring at the t.v. Marisella came in from the kitchen, holding something, a glass. The t.v. went limp trying to broadcast something too late for working people to be watching. Marisella sat on the sofa. Three days later and...
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elevators are dangerous they’re to be avoided conference rooms, even more so scurry frantic, away on all fours from under hard-wood desks: too much space underneath them lethal, seductive shun enclosed, private spaces where wives cannot see you there’s something, there; an unholy hallelujah ecstasy rhythm a sinner’s motion up, and down, up and...
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all the poets I’ve met at a safe distance on the Internet after years of carefully cultivating meaningful introverted long-distance friendships with kindred unquenchable minds suffering a similar affliction to wrangle a world into making some semblance of sense with written words they are so close I could touch them
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The bald soprano was hiding in the bushes. You better say something or I will. God is watching is not good enough. Tell them the neighbors can see everything. What’s going on? How has this happened? It’s just…I feel like, I feel, I feel...
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Dear Lou, How long have you been dead now? Almost 10 years. You were supposed to mentor me longer, ya know. I don't know what I'm doing in poetry. I have a manuscript I got the edits back on, that...
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Is it just me or is it getting crazier out there? Gather up your precious stones and get ready to hurl them yes assume your holier than thou positions for I’m sure you are feeling quite without and therefore righteous and maybe due to that self-promoted sinless...
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Biohacker Series

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mixed media on canvas, 90 x 90 x 3,5 cm
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I remember being a little kid and staring at the fattest guy at the pool what a brat well anyway, justice is served, because now he's me I'm sure the kids calling each other "retard" have snuck a peek at this stupid gut...
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The playground's fake dirt pellets were warmer than I remembered. Millions of tiny rubber cylinders of identical size, shape, and color released a disturbing chemical stench. Yet the children continued to play there with ubiquitous plastic water bottles. Trash that slobbered out of the...
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The dog wants to bite, her muzzle twitching as she tends to emails and texts. The dog wakes up and drinks coffee. When you were a child you were a charlatan, your mother told you. You immediately fell into the company of mirrors, disturbed men and women eating pop...
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All Dug Up

The excavators started one street over, blocking the street with “ROAD CLOSED” signs and orange cones that kids upended with their bikes. “I suppose we’re in for this all summer,” Davy said. He pulled the curtain back and peered out....
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lawd we march lawd we chant lawd we pray lawd i sing the body to a hemorrhage i sing "the fires are not my doing neither is the fear nor the brown skin i put my weapons into the ground i sign my resignation in the dirt" lawd it's broken all still broken the house windows the...
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"Write drunk; edit sober." –Ernest Hemingway Punctuation is a personal struggle. It begins that way for anyone who wants to be a memorable writer. Who doesn't love the writing part, putting words on a page, the sloppy rough drafts with their...
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the thin film of my mouth on your cunt in a half-mile high toilet just to keep us going through an invisible security corridor from west to east notes of golden brown play easily as we fuck each other over and land in Berlin Templehof 1986 the airport border guards check that...
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i am he shouted as an emergency tourniquet to his severed identity you are i agreed am i on the floor yet he called falling backwards spinning out of control there is no floor i said only space he floated then his umbilicus a distortion of air tethered to primordial...
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coronilla blooms now by the bridge where I poured out his ashes across the creek I see the ghost of a groundhog popping up between tobacco shoots, whistling—​ I remember blowing him away and cutting off his spindly tail to keep even if I am alone now I don’t cry when...
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First a bird, then the sea; then huge armies traipse to their catastrophe. Now the storm; next the dawn— freedom dangles from a single sound. Closer, ever closer, march children from the womb. After this: a tomb.      
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WHAT I AM

I crawl back into the warm bed for a brief goodbye and I hold her from behind as she stretches and squints in a sleepy sweetness beyond anything I've ever touched or seen and she likes me anyway, despite who I am and...
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There was porn on the TV when I fell asleep, the irony not wasted in dreams I had bulging muscles, blinding white teeth and the Instagram hair of hot selfie-junkies I held fuzzy puppies against my well-combed chest, cute babies to raise my ‘gram-score followers flocked like zombies, desperately not seeking brains, my obligatory...
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Flashback

It's not the fall of shank buttons or the tearing noise of quick unzipping or the impulse of pull and push or the rough of cold concrete or the thin blades of wild ryegrass or the voyeur moon of waning summer but the wide smirk of noir ugliness I don't omit or relish.  
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Ward 8

For Edna with love. "Whiskey. Any kind you like. Club soda. You never go back. When you do, you're an old party girl still sucking all the fishermen off; everyone else is long dead. Know what I mean? A little lemon and some Grenadine."      
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Art Revolutionary

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on a bench in Barcelona, open-neck plaid shirt betrays him as a visitor, children chase their football, unaware that he is there.I watch from behind an olive tree, observe a passive contentment undesired in life, never quite as still or calm, as in death .. Stella Read June 14, 2020          
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Say Please

Men with their shirts off holding flowers. That’s the thing. Some call themselves They, but not all. Some He’s call themselves She. Some want to be We. There is even someone who insists on being known as No One. That’s me. Call me No One...
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Pages are falling, and I’m always replacing. They never look just right. I’m haunted by red bougainvillea blooming along the King Kamehameha Highway so thick the road crews hack it down with chainsaws, and still the seeds hurl themselves into a sliver of dirt and catch fire in the sunset. I'll...
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Everyone in this meeting is full of shit & not the kind of shit to varying degrees depends on how long ago was their last shit or how much they have eaten since. I shit shortly after breakfast before coming to work & now I’ve...
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Chimera

I wanted to write about the wind but instead I find words like wait or fury which are somewhat appropriate, but not really.  The day lifts and the lake rolls with a longer skim of dragonflies than yesterday. I skip flat stones and contemplate the places where they end.  This...
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Even Jehovah’s Witnesses avoid me now since I started wearing my fur coat year round. Pervs in the park leave me be until some pop tune reminds them I’m alone. I’m alone in a world where a woman can’t be alone, unless she has lost a child...
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Let her be healthy and let her be safe. Let her climb on the turtles and run through the spray of the Three Rivers Fountain and when she is old enough, let her sit on the stone rim of her city drinking sweet coffee...
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Unspoken

Eddi, our elderly yellow lab, both house alarm and protector, now lies at your feet as you sit on your kitchen stool cutting fruit into a clear bowl.   This morning ritual is as old as he can recall; his head is flat on the floor as...
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when i was 2 and a half feet tall smiling at everything learning how to use my ams, legs, fingers, toes drooling kindly, generously over everything mastering walking, learning language confused cooing gently at my hippy teenage sister arguing with my Reagan-ite dad grinning innocent at conversations of oil embargos, and nuclear build...
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"There is an old saying: 'No piece of writing is ever finished, it's just abandoned.' But my own rule is: No piece of work is done until you want to kill everyone involved in the publishing process, especially yourself."...
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aesthetic, showing the words for anaesthetic, little creatures placed to sleep a while. on waking find that spelling is not so awkward now. checked without books. cover the title with rages and kisses. i see they use different gases all with difficult...
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Soma Drakaina

Pencil, ink, watercolour, graphic ink pen, coloured acrylic ink, oil pastels, chalk pastels on Canson Technical Drawing paper 90gsm - 23cm x 40cm
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  Glory to the newborn king, mixed media on cardboard, 30,2 x 40,6 cm, 2020    
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The news tonight is that there are rioters rioting in the streets of Minneapolis. I go out to see for myself. I see folks on the pavement and they look like they are having a riot but they say to me they...
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No Lines

to wait behind, or folk to watch acutely for invasion of your space. No queues outside in all weathers ready for the nod to enter and buy all those things you miss Like hugs and handshakes and the gentle stroke of understanding. No plastic screens...
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a reflection of self of loss it happens sometimes and things come too big 1. 94. the kimono. 2.95. big coat. 3.96. covid hair with bows. 4.97. another day. 5.98. corona
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Since when did the doves descend in the stanzas? I saw one I think. She was like a mother to me, holding me in her ruffles. I wanted to stay. The dirt under my fingernails has been used for...
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When I don’t think about breathing, it still happens. When I don’t think about living in the moment, it still happens too.
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Once the harsh acids of common sense and hard science have dissolved away the hearsay of the Gospels, the science-fiction of a Virgin birth & a resurrection, along with the myth of the Three-In-One God, what is left is merely the faint voice of a progressive, poor, Jewish carpenter echoing ancient, Buddhist...
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but her hands will always seem like strangers, pale animals with a life of their own, loading, clicking. She brushes her colorless hair 200 times, as if where her father moved thru her was still a stain she could ease out, slamming each strand as if to exorcise his smell, his breaking and entering his body a gun Originally appeared...
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I would create mountains that can spit fire & cover them with tall green trees with myriad roots holding dearly the skin of soil covering the rocks I’d blanket with slowly melting snows to waterfall & river, before I’d invent worms & frogs &...
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one of the nurses wanted to meet me. she said she had all my books, which had to be a lie, but it was okay, because she was pretty and didn’t laugh when the doctor had me take off my shirt, drop my pants and cough.
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RUBY

He lived with a pigeon, his entire apartment was covered in bird shit, he dealt good hash, but it was a horror, no surface was untouched, it didn’t seem to bother him and the fucking bird would walk and fly around pecking and shitting everywhere, no doubt he loved that pigeon, it...
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Call Me They

I’m done. The time of me is over. It’s the time of appropriation. I’m taking over you and all you stand for. Seen from here, you are we. From now on, I’m them. It’s a time of the collective. Life is a collaboration. Time of the unit,...
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Slow Into Lifeless No Mo The Question Implied Passage
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Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! —Othello My mother respected and loved the queen. She loved the ceremony and the pomp. Pomp and circumstance. —Trump We...
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The Brazilian president was branded a “killer” by his opponents as he popped out for a Saturday night hot dog on the day 965 more of his citizens were reported to have died from Covid-19. His elegant wife busied herself with a pair...
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i borrowed your apron many years ago. i still have it and just remember you, your darkness. it was good news from the bad, i could have lost you all so quickly. i am drawing trees today we gets distracted...
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http://openartsforum.com/audio/milnerplace01.mp3   It was about ten to eleven when I went out into the street. The world was considerably empty except for some exceeding light of the kind that doesn’t encourage shadows but seeps into walls, strokes bushes, lawns and black dustbins with soft hands. Yet I was...
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"Pick up your lip." Daddy said that night during a phone call. It was the day I got pulled out early from school after mom's appointment. I held the receiver to my ear and reached to pull an invisible dangling cord beneath my chin; I imagined shutters on a cartoon...
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Sometimes, if you are walking through a cemetery you might hear them calling after you. Their voices sound like rusty whistles and dry, crackling leaves. You might hear them say that your nose is too long or that your clothes look like an unmade...
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The smell of rain from my window tried to prepare me for your death. It tried to tell me that rain clouds have become too heavy to carry your name. Had I turned down the TV, perhaps read a book instead, I would have sensed...
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I stood in a parking lot and I breathed evenly through my nose as the sky passed slowly overhead and the nauseating machines pumped juice out of the ground and I had my arms spread like Christ against a fence. "I really can't stand...
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always an admirer of critical thinking man is still a slave to his senses: he is slave to the cook flipping burgers in the fast food joint down the street he is slave to his boss-calling-cellphone after-hours deaf-tone ringing between his ears during shower dinner sleep he is slave to his lover who reels him to...
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I sat on the floor and two women were sat on my sofa: we were drinking wine and smoking joints: I knew one of the women and was keen to get to know the other: the phone rang, it was a fucked- up friend, crying and bitching about his rotten life; I looked up at the females...
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I watch them come in. The women in Mickey Mouse sweatshirts, their mouths open. They shuffle. Everybody shuffles. The men in winter coats with lots of pockets, long hair, and sunglasses. The women go straight to the bible section...
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Imagine there’s a painting adorning the wall of some president’s master bedroom. It hangs beneath a mirrored ceiling where his wife (lucky her) gets to watch his pumping arse wobble like a pale hairy jelly. Let’s say it sits above a dozen nicotine silver wigs on a...
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along the stream that fell from clouds he came upon a pile of bones recognized the glaze and angles as his own kicked them in the creaming beck no use for them without a head going upstream beside the gambling goose where sat on a bench a pod of drunken friends a mason chipped his name on a slab while just beyond an undertaker’s lad polished the...
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I need to fall asleep to the thought of a pretty girl the world is gross and doesn't care the TV mutilates my vomit comes out before I can get to the toilet it's always time for my pills people get out of their...
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Her hand in my grasp passed from warm to cool to cold. I got home finished a drink noticed how the ice cubes passed to liquid and then to air.
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I'm watching eight minutes pass on my clock, the time it took you to die with your face pressed into burning asphalt. Was it something you said? some instinctive struggle to free yourself? It would have made no difference, when you headed north, as black families...
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lawd we march lawd we chant lawd we pray lawd i sing the body to a hemorrhage i sing "the fires are not my doing neither is the fear nor the brown skin i put my weapons into the ground i sign my resignation in the dirt" lawd it's broken all still broken the house windows the...
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The First Time I French Kissed You was the same as the first time I kissed a girl the same as the first time I kissed anyone. My tongue in your mouth like a promise. During high school sleepovers we only invited each...
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“Power is not what you have but what the enemy thinks you have.” —Saul Alinsky Elections have consequences. So say the victors to justify their ends and means. Perhaps the American Dream is to live without consequence: no mistakes, only cheapness we are free to later...
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Gone Home

A black leaping buck painted on a yellow diamond both warns & welcomes me. There is no need for words. My green house has red awnings & brown rabbit kits hiding under juniper branches in the front yard. I’m a newcomer in this old neighborhood; the fruit & nut...
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     "With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, ​      I collected the instruments of life around me, ​      that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet."​ I...
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sitting in a home, full of white privilege i try to comprehend what it means to be “of color,” never feeling much like a “person” in the first place i have my own marginalized class to live within, lgbtqia— sadly, i hardly know what it means...
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I look in my rear view mirror & see myself as a boy in the back seat who wants to know if we are there yet. Look over here, I say, see the cows? Moo, Moo means I give milk to you. We’ll stop & get some...
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2KHFgIJlzI Wear this mask over your face. Be sure to hide your feelings displaced. I'm jaded, snide, and too emotional because I cry. Getting good at sealing your fate. The man in the machine says hurry up, now wait. And all of the things I create, my next...
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Full Metal Bitch

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the owner of a dog loves his dog. he gives him a name. he feeds him and waters him plays with him protects him defends him. but still a dog is nothing more than a dog.
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A short story I drew/wrote for my 3 year old nieces. —Tom Strong
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I never know what to say about my work except I needed to make it. —Jenn Zed Click any image to view full-screen.      
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Red

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wf9nU1paL_w Rose red lipstick, ruby red orange writing on the bed. Blood on my skin, staining the threads crimson. It was too late. Time was turning nervous in my hands. I went walking to the hallway to find excuses instead. Red, red, red, red. Run, run, run, run, to what?...
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgcKJXW_D-0 I've been writing all day, trying to find a phrase that doesn't need any formal wear and my hands are twine, tying my eyes wide. My cheeks are turning pink like rabid dogs in heat. I've been erasing all day, trying to find out her name that...
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Updated regularly. Add your voice. Sarah Clancy May 2020 This crazy spring froze me right inside its own unnatural thaw. When I look to the generation behind myself I see nothing but a glossy spread of good fellowship that never happened. All our relations gathered at an...
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It’s not your taste for cheap beer or the fact that your couch smells like boys. It’s not the way your little cat gets stoned by accident or that at your same party last summer someone barfed on my new green shoes. It’s not...
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Aljosja

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“If you are born poor it’s not your mistake, but if you die poor it’s your mistake.” —Bill Gates We admire the philanthropist for "giving back" and ignore what they first had to take away. It is a sin to need help...
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I’ve been living with someone who is good      but a lover, an ex-con hunk’s back in town. It doesn’t matter he’s been dead for decades. Or the man I’m with now never knew him, except in poems he hates me to read or...
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Eat a Peach

The prostate goes. The plumbing breaks. The penis drips. It isn’t pretty. Sagging boobs are the least of it. Being young sucks but for other reasons. The balding head started balding years ago. I was prepared for it. But not for this. No one told me the knees...
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Indian Summer

Medusa It’s late August in the city: sweet summer’s coming to a close. But where are you? The democratic debates have started, but I’m not watching. Most of the people I know are out of town, on vacation somewhere. I ride the subway lines with...
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Eulogy of Fables

now that the hands can tell carnations from wood & the feet also understand the soothing of clay please let me confess that i love the meek welcome of the morning waking me up to the numbed noises of fledglings now that the mind is an ocean of calm waves & the chest as light as a lint soaring into the...
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It was in Spain that men learned one can be right and still be beaten, that force can vanquish spirit, that there are times when courage is not its own reward. —Albert Camus Impeachment Eve, Walpole, MA: 30 people are protesting and it’s...
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I tried to go to the store, but drove straight toward the huge moon. My car didn't sprout wings. I could not fly, so I turned round on wobbly tires back to my life, stopping though to park, facing it. Christmas music blared out the sounds of impeachment hearings still echoing...
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all summer long I looked at flowers without even noticing they were there
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The Odd One In Emergency Landing On Taurus IX Whoddaboy Excavation Site The Passage Face Time Pointer Collateral Collage A Bright Future
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There's some lady you're always talking to on your phone. I hear you and this lady from our room all the time. I'm so bored of listening to you and this lady. I've asked you to put your headset...
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Lechmere Viaduct

How do they cram all those sardines into each green can? Science is an afterthought.    
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The Humanist

The hearth cracked, ashes spilling from the fire grate; and that same day a bird flew inside the house, a starling. Reaching out to catch it I strained my arm. I was sorry for us both, and let the bird go in...
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Three Double Takes

1 allegretto A zebra with a party horn and hat has crashed your thirtieth. This creature was your friend when you were three and lived beneath the checkered tablecloth and would come up from time to time to munch with you on globes of milk-drenched Too-Sweets, but this was not to be...
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Bathroom Haiku

Swiftly sliding steel I stop at the sudden sting— see pink shaving foam.
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I was sick reading the bible given to me by a friend I kept thinking I was going into the blessing he put on it and back into his childhood bible lessons as I read the verses but when I got to Noah's ark I...
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Muddy Water

Muddy Water Mississippi is America without the lying. My granddaddy used to say that. It’s not just another state across the state line, he’d say. That’s the State of Mississippi. They want you to believe it is the state of refinement. Not that there’s anything...
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Blow Job

Yet I expect the same, kneel without a prayer, unzip with no looking, take out what bulges, like salt to my tongue. The arrant uselessness of my teeth, I just can't nibble, bite, all my rage, chew as though a gum, my mouth for spasms. Lips know diphthongs, but mine...
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HIS T-SHIRT

His burnt-orange t-shirt, black letters above the image of an AR-15, the slogan: “quickest way to a man’s heart.” I’d describe him, but why bother? My shrink left town, so I’ll ask myself, how did that make you feel, that T-shirt? How? Like the other night when a...
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The Goddess

Pencil and graphic ink pen, with some new reinking recently, on cartridge drawing paper—51cm x 29cm  
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Here's a list of links to other interesting outlets for writers, artists, and photographers. Feel free to suggest additions to the list by responding to this post, and if you find a dead link, let us know, too. Directories Creative Writers...
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I’m that dead tree standing sullen in a secluded summer grove waiting for winter to make me indistinguishable from my peers.
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you took away the fruits of the womb, along with the dear heart I once promised 'forever' to, with your lies. all i ever wanted was happiness. you've always been a means & you'll always be that to me, dear presidents. i'm thankful for your...
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With the smirk of a soulless sociopath, the metronome spreads vicious libels against the sanity of protoplasmic cadences. * The metronome is a jealous god. Its binary language of tick and tock aspires to eloquent command. Other oscillators make no such pretense to authority....
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One rupee coin

A fast train from Pradipghat would take around 45-50 minutes to reach Bharatgadh. Marvan would travel daily between the two stations, in a second class compartment, because of his work. He would sit at the window seat, look at the...
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https://soundcloud.com/user-394055377/i-hated-tamaqua-live I hated Tamaqua and the early morning light in sleepy eyes the leftover drunks wandering around the gazebo the food stamp fat ass roast beef feasts at 8 am I hated that girl with the half pink hair and glasses who collected bootleg DVDs and...
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Sky Kitchen

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Three by Pat Perrin

Inception: Life Emerges Here on this fleck among the uncountable stars something takes form, eventually to wonder why we are and what to each other. This double-layered fiber piece is a direct expression of concepts that show up in most...
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an ocean of inquiries, curious inspections, questions swelling since that primordial day of light when our minds first opened their eyes will, one day, not long after we have perished, begin to evaporate and along its bottom will lie among other things: the particle accelerators, the telescopes, and the books; books...
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Gateleg Table

Walnut with turned legs That unfold in a triptych For dining or card play. Carried in an ox-cart from Minnesota To a Dakota homestead. Grasshoppers destroyed the crop So they came back. Your mother, The youngest child who cared for the old ones Inherited it with much...
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mixed media on gallery canvas 36x48" Lorette C. Luzajic www.mixedupmedia.ca
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Truce

some have daggers for tongues they draw defensive unkindness perceived provokes strikes the cuts sting, at times, maim what is there to do for those with blooms for tongues, assailed, but say my heart is soft and means you no harm; put away your blades you don’t need them now
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Juvenile delinquent

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My doctor said to play with my cat as a coping mechanism to prevent my suicide but neither one of us feels like playing today I throw the ball of my mortality nod my head in time with its bouncing and watch it...
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Call this

I guess you saw it coming I guess you'd marked the edge well as we walked the path failure is its own reward I guess you'd call me hopeless I guess you'd call this love song no need to be pedantic about who loves who or why
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Pageantry

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Blank Verse*

I’m asked to ignore too much…look the other way. In fact, I should call my poems empty poems. “Never-mind poetry,” that’d be a good name. I’ll write poems about nothing. Poems that say absolutely nothing but say it well. I’ll write poems like Rothko’s...
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saying goodbye

reading Leonard Cohen by candlelight, visualising bonfire night, your birthday were you still alive under that streetlamp, we could walk together to your bench and talk awhile it’s what we always did best— just talk, just care I’ll print this poem in a lonely font and burn it in a bowl, set the ashes facing...
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it could be fashioned of iridescent plumage, gilt and crimson, a phoenix in transition, transformed, unbeaten  
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is this thing that we say in this Mar Vista restaurant that i open and close open and close open every night it means, to us let’s go home lucio is the dishwasher in this place he’s jewish, speaks spanish wears a star necklass: he’s from Nicaragua, or he might be Salvie maybe and we will ride, rickety,...
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If I remember right, Jesus arrived at the trailer where we lived in Glenville during the summer when Papaw Henry poured gasoline all around the elm tree stump and incinerated the Japanese beetles. He could do anything, that man. But Papaw wasn’t around when Jesus showed...
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Heel-to-toe, he taps to the harmonics of reverberating bounces and swish-swooshing tempos, and to the serenades of sirens outside his window. He dances the Dig Toe Step to beer can-crushing- concertos and the clattering of formidable fists. Boom-boom-klatt, he’s dancin’ and toe-tappin’. He dances to the bellowing...
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Mother plays piano. It’s a dark night. She plays all the saddest pieces. Tchaikovsky seems to break her piano apart with fervency. Debussy’s sad, tinkling moonlight images rise. She plays each night, hands striking the keys with desperation and...
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Believe You Me

It’s true, what you said, if I don’t love myself I can’t really love you. I kissed my reflection on the lips last night in the motel mirror mostly as a dare from me to me – & no way around it; you cannot kiss yourself on the cheek...
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Boxes

I. My father would’ve laughed his ass off at how overly concerned I am about treating his ashes like a delicate antique; he’d say he didn’t care ‘cause he was dead. My sister hands me the box without a thought. We’re packing the SUV to go to Granny’s farm to scatter his...
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‘member seeing your little brother just outside Angkor Wat wearing your father’s face ‘fracted through a dented, busted rear view scooter mirror peeling plastic husks from Milky Way Candy bars Kalashnikov slung ‘round his shoulder: like friending Pol Pot at a TGIF waving his fist a cheap hammer, like he was just an image, or a radio...
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I sometimes think of Lazarus when I feed the seven fishes in my little pond, my sister coming back to life, asking how goldfish could live so long I answer her, How the fuck should I know? and she laughs at me
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“A breathless Death is not so cold as a Death that breathes.” —Emily Dickinson I’m no Dante, lost though I may be, Nor you my Beatrice, just as lost to me. Yet the passions ring, silent to your ear— O brooding lyric, lead...
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The man swallowed 480 ball bearings. One sphere a minute during his last eight-hour shift. No unemployment lines for the human anchor sitting upright on the floor of the sea. The scuba diver’s hernia & subsequent lawsuit. The expense to the taxpayer for the salvage costs. The morticians’ horror at the chemical...
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Come to Italy and live in the sun, you write. Serenity is a giant orange waiting to be plucked from the gnarled tree near the old tracks. Look, how the years slip away from us: five, ten, fifteen... the years disappear in pitiless rain, while...
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write for the lost the fucked the insane most of us are never comfortable anywhere born into a boxer’s stance weak like fading orchids, weeping a NYC fire escape hellish summertime shifting, endlessly downing pints of IPA’s b4 winter salsa classes snow drifts tax seminars across the parking lot walking away the one you always wanted disappearing around the corner write for the lost the fucked the...
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When moving was certain Anna pried off the old wrought iron bell and replaced it with a ghost. An evening echo to ring down a thousand twilight suppers with tea ready and tarot cards arranged to look bleak but that only foretold change. The pillar is...
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Shelter in place: this is the advice one needs. After a life of turmoil and defeat, it’s best to stay indoors. Hide. Place your head between your knees. They’ve been telling us this for years, but I never listened. I was too busy trying...
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As I grow older, I see how places and events all interconnect, that what I do with my life affects not only my family but also my neighbors and even those living oceans away. It’s a bit like "six...
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I stand, pale fine hands clasped over my long skirt and white starched apron - docent to strangers, in the kitchen of an ancient Vermont home. My posture is perfect, my waist thin, the room smells of lavender and sage. We want...
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...though Darling took a charge for one once, and, thrusting her arm into a gum's hollow, she left us well behind to break it for her. We cashed in, by the by, on a Melbourne Pony. And they were always...
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QUEPOS

QUEPOS * A chunk of a rare type of meteorite crashed into a Costa Rican village this spring. Experts say it likely contains clues to the origins of life on Earth—pristinely preserved amounts of stardust made up of materials that predate...
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My state allows us to compost human remains I imagine a flower growing from your mouth violet or weed? who cares really— be a place for bones to meet & mingle with roots of a big-leaf maple better than being tossed into the sea— although that also...
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Don’t you know the difference between a potato and a lion? That’s odd. They put lions on pajamas but not potatoes. You’ll never see potatoes on your brother’s pajamas. Lions roar. Lions are not called spuds. Lions are fine and dandy, like petunias or...
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Countless

I counted four old people scanning groceries at six open checkouts I see them everywhere in retail jobs we held in our twenties jobs you kicked life off with A wearied comfort has settled their posture buckled in Jell-O hips, pudding piled breasts a...
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Sweet Jane

Jane from Hastings got me a 25g score of smack from some ex of hers we spread foil and crumble a small amount of the powder onto the foil lighting it up from underneath you got to put it on the player Sweet Jane while smoking this shit through...
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The Trump Effect

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Panasonic camcorder as a self portrait At most, it was a routine guess before I had industry down a tunnel. I caught the business of a machine, inside the business of another machine, and tearing myself to a singular shred,...
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I’m at the vet with my roommate while her cat is dying behind a few sets of closed doors, & I notice the purple paint on my flip-flops, which has not faded, which I’m looking down at because this...
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nothing's worth anything anymore I'm surprised my memories were worth anything at all hours of old video games sold to some woman who was so mean it made me want her check the expiration date on my soul I must be off the road stuck...
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCKt7im62ik  
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36x48," mixed media on gallery canvas
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Double Trouble

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Blight

Acrylic on burlap canvas 18" x 24" Decay is the theme here. My two inspirations were pond scum and tree diseases. I mixed baking soda, baking powder, and salt into the gesso to make a gritty surface. The first layer involved alternating...
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I pour my thoughts into a lamp’s light, and I sense I am heard. I speak as a father, reciting all the usual warnings and legends, but this isn’t what brings me to life: the world cracks my bones and burns my mouth; then...
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It was the season of fruit flies that brought us to the orchard— no reptile could ever convince me that you were the gravest of sins. I caught what suddenly plunged with the hustle of a magician— we did not chatter about gravity, but our eyes...
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I hurt you, you hurt me twice as much. Here is how thick boughs grow.
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I’m waiting for your carcass to be stripped of all its withered foliage by the gales. Your leaves were screwed and twisted back in June, brown long before the autumn colour change. Leaf-miner larvae worked your seams and veins and scorched your broad hands...
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Keep her in the dark. In water. She's no good dead. Gotta cut her while she's fresh. Slip your chipped knuckles into her accordion gills. All that tender wet meat still breathin'. Her heart a taiko drum beatin' against...
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Sightseeing

Instead of travelling to a place I’ve never been to see something I’ve never seen, I prefer the seclusion of my backyard. Marveling over the elusive residing in familiar places. This morning I lost sight of a black-capped chickadee in the honey locust poking for pupae but knew it...
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was the same as the first time I kissed a girl the same as the first time I kissed anyone. My tongue in your mouth like a promise. During high school sleepovers we only invited each other. We brushed our teeth for whole...
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