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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everything gone flaccid my droopy blue suede strap on little anchors in clouds precipitated worms choke fly crows like bags of black keys not meant to amuse you never know when to screw when called upon, I act test fuck it with lips and teeth slashed less like price, more like tires named for rain and snow barefoot thru the rose bush, caress...
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work

he only hires pretty girls i knew that as soon as i handed in the application the rest of the cashiers are brooding brunettes and a young brassy blonde steve was pissed off, "you always get hired, and you've only been looking for three days!" i've never had a boss that wasn't a man i've found older men to be worse...
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Haiku

heron stalks planted, sunfish glisters—sharp beak snaps— morning dissipates
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Aubade

Sadly, I imagine you will wake, too, because the silence has changed colour, the way, fluting across a murky water, a swan’s light may gently startle you, gleaming through the curtains of your eyes. Wake, though with the softest of violence, snow has played you...
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Air Bag

i have tasted air bag, it’s a badge of honor, a one-way ticket to epiphany, it tastes like burnt rubber, like powdery words sucked dry by the heat of a crash, it tastes like my last words, it tastes...
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with a nod to Joseph Rice We only rent the past from the shade of our declining tribe. They are our elders laughing under the polaroid image of an ash tree, felled by the sheer emerald beauty that bored into our mutual joke. If we...
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To Stick Around

the times I pined to leave the city the clefts between myself and the friends I lost the jobs I lost, the plants that succumbed to mold, to rot that winter I slipped on ice every few days, sprained my wrist, purpled my ass cracked my phone...
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Selfie as a Dyke

The problem with being a dyke is standing in front of your mirror, naked, feeling both admiration & shame for the woman in front of you, who locks eyes with you, looks you up & down, & walks away. The problem with being a dyke is the...
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The Right Things

I eat a half dozen Funfetti cupcakes & then one more because I cheat on my diet & I cheat on my girlfriend in my imagination only in my imagination so far only in my imagination I give the bro in the left turn lane the middle...
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America in 2019

(after Shelley’s “England in 1819”) A demagogic moron mad with power; his brood snapping their tongues at golden flies with reptile grins of brazed entitlement; the people’s servants rioting in rooms reserved for dire and solemn undertakings, crazed to thwart the law’s unerring hand; children orphaned...
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The Charles Bukowski Society (Bukowski-Gesellschaft in German) will celebrate the first 100 years of Charles Bukowski in Bamberg, Germany, from June 22 through June 27, 2020. Attending the festival will be Bukowski scholars Abel Debritto and David Calonne, among many...
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Summer Couple Abyss Entrance Cocaine Voodoo
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When he asks why, I say because I’m out of money. & because I know there’s a shoebox in the garage with a pair of clippers inside that Santa brought him that he hasn’t used since we were kids. My parents couldn’t afford...
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Below are some poetry thoughts from Wayne Dodd, from a course I took from him in 1991 at Ohio University. Language as magic, as a glimpse of something just beyond vision. Attention beyond intention. Language, where speaking speaks what...
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Coming Out

I didn’t really learn what bisexual was until college, part Intro to Women’s Studies textbooks, part kissing girls with boyfriends. The books spit out words like fluid & continuum, & the girls were the kind who wavered between me & their boyfriends, between my bedroom & the homecoming...
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Old Maid

We all try to get what we can out of life. Me, I could make do if you give me a job that pays enough to get me a good restaurant meal once a month, but no night shift; I’ve had enough of that. Some people...
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inkspill

she spread her legs open with her pen and let me fill in the spaces
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Anna and the Scourge

We memorized poems to pass them on, past the strident winds out of the Kremlin. When I walk the avenue lined with our history, I trust you to guard the ashes I can't claim. My friends, now in corners unknown, memories enfold us in the raw weather of our...
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My friend, a poet, over a cup of coffee, depressed & roaming around in his head like a bear looking for berries while waiting for the salmon to run would, if he could, re-attend his wedding as a guest, sit on the bride’s side...
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Inisheer Rust 3Decomposition Series 1, Plassey InteriorEngine Room Descomposition Series II Plassey RustDecomposition Series Harbor Rust I Inisheer Rust IV
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The Last Days of Denmark

Watercolour and acrylic paint on L'Aquarelle Canson Heritage Block 200gsm cold-pressed watercolour paper - 34cm x 51cm
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I wake up one morning and look out the window and there’s no car in the driveway but I’m not going to call this theft; it’s retribution, paying me back for my ancestry or maybe for the time I stole change from my father’s dresser or when I...
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Black leather, on Jeggings, tobacco A femme Danny Zuko Something’s about to happen Something baaaaad Streets designed let alone the -iesque for running I guess Can one run from ovulation? All that for a kilometer, ardency of the month Escaping very new, very ancient loves All the lungs, all the deeds ‘til asthma can’t catch up With...
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Red

like the rug she sat on, memorizing the patterns, avoiding confrontation, she chose laundry: the warm lullabies emanated from the dryer, rocked her in a way that she hadn’t been in a while, comforting, rhythmic, harsh when the buzzer signaled the end. Red, like the wine, the blood, pomegranate...
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Scarecrow

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Over here, solvent skyline. A virgin in white, on a hill. Simple. How cities seed. Every South American epicenter, but usually a man, a cross. An extended release tab of guilt. My neighbor, in the elevator: how boring the martyred man. And, for that matter, the elevator....
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IMAGE: Dreamstime Stock Photos GOOD CITIZEN I attend at least one wake a week, tell them I’m related, but not to them.. I schmooze like a Christmas-letter- cousin, fill in every moment of my life. Keeps their minds on the living. I tell them how the...
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https://soundcloud.com/jennzed/01-slacker-1?in=jennzed/sets/android-girls This is my new album, which I've been working on for the best of this year. All the tracks have been created specifically for this album, except for Medb which is a version I re-engineered from an original track I...
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Origin Story–part 1

The penultimate track from my forthcoming album Gradients of Light and The Destruction of Space. Piano and video by me. Please watch in fullscreen high-definition where possible and put on some good headphones, if you have them! I hope you enjoy. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIWzoLMf6o8
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Here's the secret about war, she thinks, it's such a bore, government shacks, feckless roaches, harsh shampoo if you can get it, staticky radio tuned to cooking tips, and worst of all—the community clotheslines with your sheets and dresses next to a stranger's underwear and even...
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After ten and one half hours of work and an hour each way on the freeway I crawl into a white-trash apartment and I lie on the floor and listen to my drunken wife explain to me that she isn't drunk because she only...
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De wil van het volk

mixed media on cardboard, 19 x 27 cm, 2019
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Before the Storm

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Menace

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https://soundcloud.com/floreiii
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Was a pair of trousers With five pockets: Strewn, wrinkled, gouged Empty when Mom first told us She was leaving it To live with her new husband— Her third boyfriend ever. I felt guilty for feeling nothing When she called Yelling to come pick up all of the...
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And I should like to be able to love my country and still love justice. I don't want any greatness for it, particularly a greatness born of blood and falsehood. I want to keep it alive by keeping justice...
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Apricot

Watercolour on L'Aquarelle Canson Heritage Block 200gsm cold-pressed watercolour paper - 51cm x 29cm
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The Window Traversing Alone Yearning like a flower looking to tilt its face toward sun, only night clutches the world in loneliness, when neither moon nor stars are out. Dark opaque clouds wrap up nothingness into an empty package. But I still want to open it to make me strong. Mountains The...
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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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The Tannhäuser Gate

RIP Rutger Hauer —Jenn Zed Mixed media on Strathmore 500 Series Illustration Board Heavyweight Vellum—51cm x 29cm
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https://www.facebook.com/jordan.trethewey.16/videos/544170026359890/
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Entrance

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Long military coat, snapping blue eyes a flower, pinned on her sleeve, not over her breast where it should have been. Grey hair stuck out from her head where it had been cut in fistfuls. With each passing car, she picked up a large black...
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Boulevards of grass barbered in flattops, borders of beach sand and rough. I am here to prove who I am but being a novice the bend of the wind is a difficult gauge. Father feels the air with raised finger, says don’t over think, you can choose the wrong club and...
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For the ruination of Palmyra and after P B Shelley His shroud was campion in May; a king's cape of crocus in November. Curled olive roots held him in the afterlife like the fingers of forgotten gods. For two and a half millennia blinking skies...
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What the stiff breeze and the ocean have to say remains a mystery. Who are we to try to understand the splinters of a broken boat that stray onto the beach? Or, suppose the sleeve from a small jacket ends up on some jutting...
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Hilary brought mom and dad from Ashland where for the last decade they’d been useful in her home as bookends and paperweights— we scattered them on a hillside mom’s wish at the junction of two toppled redwoods in Founder’s Grove above the West fork of the Eel River then...
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Sacrifice

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lightning bug streaks illuminate my windshield, July nights winding home, slow down bone glow of tombstones, soon moonglow the earth sips the sky, red wine sun bobbing lower and lower, below the cool seam of the horizon smoke floats in a flat cloud, held by humidity, slowly...
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The sound of your shoes dropping, ​ ...
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Dickie Sweeney and David Meyer don’t seem to care when she sidles up to the neighborhood boy group assembled in Roger’s backyard to throw a football. They also build snow forts out of “bushel basket” bricks in winter or sail popsicle stick boats in the alley rivulets...
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Scarecrow

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Midnight Sun

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Shattered

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Ayin

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he chose to

do his suffering in grand style… starting off with beer in the morning, then the good wine as the afternoon and the memories kicked in. toward evening he switched to Grey Goose and finished the night with his old friend, tequila. it wasn’t much, but it was all he had… besides, when the checks came, they covered the rent, and the Goose and every now and...
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Hi everyone, File this one under "historical news." In April I guest edited an Ekphrastic Challenge featuring the art of OAF editor extraordinaire Jenn Zed. If you are so inclined, you can peruse the Poetry responses here: http://www.ekphrastic.net/ekphrastic/jenn-zed-ekphrastic-challenge-responses-poetry And the Prose responses here: http://www.ekphrastic.net/ekphrastic/jenn-zed-ekphrastic-writing-challenge-responses-prose Her artwork...
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Hey fellow lOAFers! Head on over to The Ekphrastic Review today and check out the featured responses to @Dale Patterson's piece, "After the Storm." Cheers! Jordan
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last i heard she was running coke for some club owner in Rio from São João de Meriti to São Cristóvão and up and down Copacabana to pay for her penthouse apartment in Ipanema she was making good money enough to keep her in Valentino, Chanel, Dior and Balenciaga a rooftop pool and a...
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I stand on a bridge between my two worlds. The river and the moon are hushed tonight. They know innocence. The moon bows slightly in humility while death, disguised by the shine, rides the silent water. I may yet learn their virtues and find my place. Crossing to one side, a...
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Room for Dreams

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It's hard for me to accept things the way they are. I want to fight for what's right and fair. Acceptance is a part of survival. I don't have to worry about whether he loves me or he doesn't or if he loves someone...
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just a morceau, perhaps more so, than usual
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Mexican Hat Dance

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With no time to spend with my wife and children over breakfast this morning, I went around the table and simply pressed the like buttons on their faces.
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I sent Bukowski some poems, one of which was “Twisted Living” (a 3-pager that later appeared in Hung). He re-wrote “Twisted Living” and titled it “I Know What Love Is” and sent it back to me. He didn’t add...
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It Is written

At the supermax prison books on the subject of superdeterminism are, predictably, in super high demand, flying off the shelves seemingly faster than the speed of light.
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Breathing Clean Air

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Neurojacked

Recreated images of faces now available via EEG scans. So accurate, police sketch artists will soon apply for employment insurance benefits, while witnesses are tapped like portable hard drives.   Connecting neural activity patterns to visual structures, like those present in human features, a step toward...
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De oproerkraaier

mixed media on paper, 21 x 29,7 cm, 2019
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I pay attention to sunlight, watch it ribbon in the tops of trees. (Kisses are not the answer.) I'm at war with the walls watching summer branches bend in the breeze. (Loving you is not the answer.) Nothing's new but daylight inside the secret cell of your wanting knees, upright.
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The Gig Econ

Uber drivers drive reckless, they loop, round and round circling Big Ben, throwing fade patterns impossible to defend selling shirts, touchdown! outside Heinz Field coming out the woodwork they dream of paper straws covered in plastic sheaths, soda fountains, covered in dusted, diamond windshield glass car crashes mapped out in Google map grids and...
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it started by sucking cyanide from the pits on the edge of a berried desert brutal emptiness dripped from within cramping confusing causing seizures a mexican stand-off between indigestible lies and unpalatable truth so shut the gate and lock it let it stack up wind-driven debris form...
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Waning & Waxing

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silk for those who gladly take off shoes wool for those in fear of dancing barefoot
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One Way of Looking at Thirteen Blackbirds with a tip of the hat to Wallace Stevens’ “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” is to go from seeing them as thirteen discrete negotiators around the birdbath determining whose turn it is now and whose it...
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I met a clown in plain clothes drinking in a bar—of course. He told me a kid once asked him “Are you a real clown? Underneath the make up?” and he didn’t know how to answer. He said clowns were angry. They’d been demonized, no longer booked...
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Anna and the Scourge

We memorized poems to pass them on, past the strident winds out of the Kremlin. When I walk the avenue lined with our history, I trust you to guard the ashes I can't claim. My friends now in corners unknown, memories enfold us in the raw weather of...
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I created this collage for an employee art show at a medical research institution. It plays on the idea of pH litmus tests for acids and bases, but the chromatic strips here, which classically range from red to blue...
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San Francisco

“It’s an odd thing but anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco.” —Oscar Wilde Sundown sets the painted ladies dancing on the eastern side of Alamo Square. Clustered below Monterey cypresses silhouettes watch dime-and-quarter fog read bedtime stories to downtown suits. I...
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Polar Ideas

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Frost everywhere this morning; those roses never knew when to quit. Look at their withered petals, like peering into my own face. I’m inside this watering can with the spiders, the deadness. As if something’s coiled inside me. When I close my eyes, I’m dancing. Faucet...
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Before Divorce

We bought our Ford Falcon for $200. There were spiders in the ashtrays. You kept a closet full of men's XL shirts and always used the upstairs bathroom. The dogs slept with us, longwise, like dogs. And then the dogs died. It was colder in October than February. The...
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there’s only a few stupider things to waste your time on like avoiding death or praying
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Toby, Tobias Dog

He mouths a left-over thigh, whines a new path in the grass, tries to tell himself about bone, tongue-licking the marrow to taste of the once-living. I did not know his jaws would open-close five times, miming news so old, nerves quiver to announce the...
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Con man

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Code 1 Code 2 Code 3 Code 4 Code 5 Code 6 Code 7 Code 8 Code 9 All paintings acrylic on hardboard
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(Just so you know, I usually take a walk after breakfast. And as I leave the dining room I may take a banana with me) I see this guy walking down the street with a banana. Switching it from hand to hand...
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i fell in love with my former employer in the East Village, NYC he owns a Testudines sanctuary in central California after termination and my great wandering i found myself standing on the side of a road in Bakersfield outside the shell of his turtle farm
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Sit Down Beside Me Girl of Our Dreams or Nightmares Mother of Flowers Dressed To Kill Self Portrait with Alterations Beatific Vision Girl with Polka Dots Creation of the Universe Sammy Mi Casa Es Casa
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mixed media on paper, 21 x 29,7 cm, 2019
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u&me

. . . 1. . it's not like we'll be here foreverwe must give thanks for the blistersthanks for the tarps we hide underfor the shame of being human -like everyone elseage teaches us tears aren't empty ------without substanceteaches us to walk webs we didn't spin . ********   2. i want to carry you into the...
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Last Note

Little shell of a poem, I wanted to send you into the world rich with meaning—mine. Here you come back empty-hulled. Anyone with dregs to share, pile in. Seaweed or champagne, it's all the same to me, an extra oar would be welcome.
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A quest for spiders might lead to entrapment in silk threads Palm reading: infinity is embedded in the ice crystals of hand-shaped clouds Music vapors sing: the word smart has nothing to do with meditation The grandmother was a psychic & still...
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Arctic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSz7rZzZQRM Music and video - Jenn Zed Cello composed and played by Yukiko Louvière, Berlin This is a pre-release track from my forthcoming album 'Gradients of Light & The Destruction of Space'. All animations and post-production made by myself, the main background photo...
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Wife smoked and drank hard cider while I got another headache on a smoggy sunday afternoon with the neighbors' children screaming and banging on the wall. And the tape recorder had to be returned for warranty work because it was fucked up and wife's Smith Corona...
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and I stepped on it. I heard its little head pop and crunch. There was love juice on my shoe. I heard love dripping in the basement and I almost threw up. I hear love on my radio all the time. Some people try...
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Stubble

usually I wear tweed like the ageing bachelor I am carry a pipe in an inside pocket behave politely give thanks and compliments about the food then leave early as if I had somewhere to go other than another drop-in for tea where I am polite and leave...
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Erasures

Begin redacting. Blacking out Until what’s left is cryptic With knowledge only you can Penetrate. Choreographer of Significance. The words pirouette At the barre. Lozenges like Coffins of those shipped to black Sites. Waterboarded testimonies like poems Of forced rendition. Middle of the night Transports. What is unsaid Might...
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behind every plan to bring her home. Like the burning bush landmark on Tiger Mountain Road, she is a bright detail withdrawn by the season and dismissed. I tell her we should go back to where fireflies bumble through the humid dusk and...
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you’re insane she says you’re just another one of those assholes who falls in love one of those fools who rides motorcycles through big cities
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waxing their cars on Sunday afternoons plodding towards darkening horizons pushing their prams eating their leggings at the back end and stuffing a Gregs into the front all of them fucking miserable last week my dog Maisie got sick with Parvo they catch it by eating...
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He gave her a book that was navy blue and hardcover and had a strip of numbers taped on the spine. “You’ll like it,” he said. “You’re like me.” Jenna was sitting in bed reading when she saw him coming across...
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Tokyo Jazz

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mixed media on canvas, 22 x 27 cm, 2019
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Amber bridge A footpath and bridlepath that was once a proper field road leads down steeply to the river. As well as the footbridge there is a ford crossing for horses and they can splosh through the water to the...
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQUY6g0aRos
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mixed media on paper, 21 x 25 cm, 2019
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Last Word Before he left, his finger on my arm drawing something, I said it quick: blossom, but it felt like goodbye. Lesson for Gluttons I didn't know how to devour passion fruits 'till he showed me how to swallow the seeds. Perfume(d) Sometimes I ask which one is sad: the patchouli or my shoulder. Suffocation Let me try...
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The technique is called blockout poetry, a type of found poetry. I used selected words from a page in one of Flannery O’Connor’s short stories. You can faintly see some of the page coming through in the background. —Dale Patterson
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mixed media on canvas, 22 x 27 cm, 2019
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come at me, Chef get yourself within my radius I warn you I’ve armed myself with a corkscrew and a ballpoint pen my cocktail tray is a Spartan’s shield and your paring knife frankly is laughably small my apron is draped over your precious ventless frying hood defiant and I am not afraid to...
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There are voices in me so old, I cannot decipher. Like divers they speak to each other under water. They bubble up grains of sand-- a burnt-out planet. I turn the hour glass discovered in a Victorian bed-and-breakfast where my wife coaxes me to...
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uceoCDf9JGA
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and I have given up naming cars, waist length hair and wishing for a horse. I do not believe I will live in a spare, but gracious pod, that my modest house will do anything but comfortably decline, or that my cat will...
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The last time at the office of the otolaryngologist I had smartly typed my next appointment promptly on my smart phone screen at the same time it was read to me by the lovely admin, Marcie, who said to me today when I arrived right at...
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Mao-Trump

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Trumpster

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My Father carried this with him in a leather board case in the 50's and 60’S working for the Atkinson County Citizen newspaper along side his family in Pearson, Georgia. —Thomas Yarbrough
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when it has come and gone as so much has already, this too will be a distant memory unreal to us then, we will sit on the porch you will build outside the country home we only dream of now. I will say Remember when I...
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In memory of Harrietta Lee Watanabe, 1944-2001 She was born in Volcano, Hawai’i and so we put dwarf palms around our patio. That will do, said mother hurriedly. Harrietta descended onto the platform like she expected waves to tickle her ankles. Her Sears...
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Dear Donald

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Meaning

Is it found in the thickets that line the paths through our minds, or in the simple words that form so easily out of our mouths? Words like "good morning, sweetheart," or "you are beautiful"— those soft words we use to build our nests where we lay our eggs.  
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I keep hearing them at night. Maybe they have already died, but beautifully, the way a fire can be gorgeous as a red berry- stained mouth, luscious and not sinister, unless you fear blades and teeth, and you won't. What I'm hoping for...
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it's an obscure ornithological fact the lifespan of a common hummingbird is 20 to 25 years and i know hummingbirds i feed them equal portions water and sugar hung in a red-tinted mason jar my cat likes to eat them but they're hard to catch she stalks them for hours then...
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mixed media on paper, 21 x 29,7 cm, 2019
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Hanne

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The cawing started in the morning at no particular time, unlike the trills of songbirds that started at dawn. Instead, the cawing began with the flits of sprinklers, raspier than any alarm. “I’ve never seen so many crows,” Ginny said....
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Yugen

Who tells the bird it’s time to fly, what is far beyond a horizon, where is a cloud going, why did a branch split there, when will next not come? I don’t know. Yet, still, I marvel at the splendor I can feel but can’t comprehend.
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Rita calls. She's coming over for a girl's night-in because she likes the name of the wine— Yellow Tail. She says, I like tail, and laughs till she chokes. She doesn't knock; she just comes right in, heads straight for the bathroom, tells me she's like a dog— has to mark every...
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don't look now we be at the bottom of the hole with the butterflies and pony shit they taught us to shoo gnats when cameras were around because it was unpopular to be poor a new policy of sorts (hate yourself because we hate you) no more black...
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She is so new, I am not sure which swimmer is her. With caps and goggles and sleek bodies, I am surrounded by porpoise pleasures, until this one pinches my ass reminding me this love demands beaching. — george roesch johnson
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Shaman

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The Gardener

He had tended the garden pruning stems and branches with long-handled shears melded to his hands. He returned that winter, cradling a plant in a clay-colored pot, a plaid sleeve dangling where his left arm had been. I want you to have this, he said. Since I can’t work...
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Shutters

Being the hybrids that we are, neither fully prey nor fully predator, we make our rounds each night, closing windows and locking doors. We are more like hyenas and jackals— opportunists, who understand the mind of the night stalkers, like the wind's despair and the moon's silent wails. Each...
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Sun Bather Lady in Blue Friends in Free Fall Taking on Water Take the Baby and Run Cityscape Through Frost Covered Window
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A capella rendition of a song by Gillian Welch, in memory of poet Cheryl Leverette. https://soundcloud.com/rc-james-user841120068/lb3  
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the clench in my brain is like imagination on speed ghosts fly behind my back my mom's sweet white hair the door ajar her eyes peeking through the pale blue casket like an empty sky more than once a day I have something to tell her she listened even if...
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—for Cheryl Leverette Life gets lost in the top right drawer of my desk. Those three pairs of scissors once purchased? Stuffed there way in the back. And here's my relation with the brilliant woman poet, jammed behind some stamps.
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In the curve of her neck, there’s longing for the man. In her closed throat, fear. Through sheer will she freezes the waiter’s sleeve mid-air as he presents the bill to her lover. Stop, let me bend back the hour, I haven’t been abandoned in...
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in my eyes, we’re ageless in my eyes, each exploding star dust Pangeal atom that conspired in our conception has always existed we have always existed the galaxy flashes in reverse, condensing to the root the seed from which the bloodless heart bloomed, unfurled its violent existence tell me what...
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Templar

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Backside

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Let's unwind the world a little for you and the curly haired girl in your class. For your parents, your aunts, your cousins and neighbors, for the tan and white dog that comes to everyone's door. For me. Let's count firetrucks at night and...
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Encrypted Message Joint Venture Stainless Brick Garage Still Life Street-Wise Bands Tarpedo Green Redecoration Paint Pirate
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The Euphoria of Koi in Springtime Is it possible to create a haiku with form and color rather than words? Something to strive for.   Could You Put Down That Damn Phone for a Minute? Another 8" x 8" styrofoam tile in the...
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Hyperstition

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She wants me to calibrate against the wing-beat of searing fluorescents, the examining room bright with her skeptical forbearance. I tell her since I've never been flayed or broken on the wheel, we can agree that 10 is right out. I am tempted to claim 9,...
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In the meantime, I'm here and they're not. I have learned one thing, because I get treated very unfairly, that's what I call it, the fake media. It bears no relationship to the truth. I get treated so badly....
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The last days of Acme looked like the end of the world or maybe a food pantry. Mostly empty disgusting cream and brown shelves except for a few items in boxes and everybody more worried about clearance deals like...
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Swamp Thing

It came from the depths of the sewhers of New York: Pasty faced Flaming orange hair Highlighted, feral raccoon eyes Swamp Thing Decades in the making This instant horror classic hearkens back to the Golden Age ...
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Ink on Paper
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I tried to catch a snapping turtle in an old tin pail. She ducked and dove. I hopped and turned. It was to no avail. Half in, half out, she flopped about— refusing to be snared. I could have grabbed her by the shell, but I...
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Harmeet prefers orchids Violetta finds courage Two tough gals Theadora
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As the days draw in I will head south, past the lake’s glacial blue, up the curving road where the mountain shines, beyond the musterer’s hut on whose walls names are etched. It is always better here: the light is clearer, brighter and falling leaves are tumbling russet and...
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I found them there in a still spare spring under cottonwoods grown in unnaturally straight lines in small-eyed ducks and a young girl balancing on the lip of a fountain in the toddler on quivering grass running ahead of her mother in lanky angles of a man throwing a...
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a reporter for the student paper asked me what career i would take if i wasn’t a writer. i looked at him and said: at this point in my life i guess porn star is out of the question. the poor kid looked at me. he didn’t know what to say. neither did i.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NMtWcxW6Tw My college buddy from years ago, the brilliant keyboardist Curtis Kendrick, met me in a NYC practice room and we bashed out basic chords, melodies and ideas for an homage to the late Beatle George Harrison (known as "The...
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Some Men

So when he left I longed for the old house I had. So often, late summer in that house, marigolds on the steps for a lost weekend. One year I raked maple leaves until I passed out. The long shadows, the long space where his body was. Only the hand print on the...
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Oil on canvas, 3'x4'
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Void

We will speak, all wind and hail icy tambourine of tin roof or nights I sat on your bed folding warm towels, pairing socks, still inside out with you, still marveling at the emptiness we tuck into Emptiness is the hole punched through plywood pantry door,...
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The wall

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I’m not hungry.  I appraise the contents of the office fridge anyway: a carton of soy coffee creamer, three sack lunches, a four-pack of flavored coconut water, someone’s bottle of sriracha sauce & a sealed plastic bag of organic cherries I noticed three mornings ago. I tear open...
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsPi3hE640o Guitar and video - Jenn Zed Cello composed and played by Yuki Louvière, Berlin This piece of music is a pre-release from my forthcoming album - Gradients of Light & The Destruction of Space. Please watch in full-screen high definition where possible.  
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jaded by the complexity of it all sometimes it's best to focus on a single thing: the tops of your shoes we just keep walking, though traffic whistles pass and the neon trails waver slightly before they leave us
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After the Violin Gypsies from Spain cause their own heartbreak Anthony Bourdain said I don’t know what that means maybe we all cause our own disasters in search of something to brace against
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As a tango dancer as well as a photographer I wanted to find a way to combine my two passions, so  I experimented with composing still life photographs featuring tango shoes and other personal items.  These are the top three images...
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She tells me I am panicking, to try to take steady, slow breaths. I wasn't panicking when this started, I was asleep. Asleep sitting up, of course, but unconscious, undreaming. I open my mouth to say so and a moth flaps out, like...
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Water in toilet is frozen. Shit piling up on top (took a good one this morning, though I don't know from what). Mop bucket of water harvested ten days ago to flush toilet is frozen solid. Four-inch icicle depending from kitchen faucet. Pissing in kitchen sink. Piss frozen. Sink nearly full. Kitchen sink of frozen piss. Met a howling,...
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The Albany Public Library Foundation celebrates poet and teacher Lyn Lifshin this year as a 2019 Literary Legend, together with author Peter Golden and poet Dan Wilcox. Please tell friends, and consider joining us for the gala in October...
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After a long period of introspection, I have come to believe two things: 1) that human intelligence is vastly over-estimated and 2) that human communication has broken down. Not much else examines this so closely as this poly-polar fraktal...
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This year, Submittable raised its prices by over 100% to publications that previously received literary journal pricing. In our case, this price hike went from $187 to $444 annually. We refuse to pass this cost along to writers and...
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https://soundcloud.com/rc-james-user841120068/z0001186 Jhonny Flaymz wuz tha mos’ baddass rocah in da sevun sounze districk dountoun dadda. Cum bak to da flatt wun nycht hardon mynd trubbled extreeme ubout Jadah Queen, hiz wunce apon uh mattress 2 tymer crunsh. Jadah plejj ta him fuh lyfe ez wee...
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One night, as they stood outside their cave, the stink of smoked leaves and urine still choking their breath, they had visions of mushroom clouds. Terrified, they ran back in, trampled over bison hides covering snoring bodies, grabbed all the stone tools, and smashed each and every one.
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.john threatens mary. .attempted murder. .there were traces of blood. .hiding the body. .the confession & doing time. .john reflecting on his behaviour.
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On the last day a homeless man offered a woman with a briefcase a lecture on living                                 & she listened & the man with a daisy applique on his t-shirt rested his leaf blower on a lawn                                                                 look up no one is ready to call it a...
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Tax Returns

The IRS said: By law we are prohibited from releasing hatchling barracudas hiphop trains into the tunnel Screw’s censored 2013 wall calendar footage from the show a profile of the terrorist what he claimed was art the transcript of what he said 90 puppies to be gassed assloads of...
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CQ DE OU-OZ HANNE

Oil on hardboard - 100cm x 51cm
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Sometimes a discussion helps. Sometimes it doesn't. It won't hurt to give it a try. I could lose those 10 stubborn pounds. You could harden a muscle or two if it makes you feel better. You know I love you just the way you are. Then I...
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