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just one more
this happens
when hours of sleep
are eroded with compulsion
morning alarms ignored
gadgets forgotten
doors left unlatched
then blown open
while I was at work
something got in
shit on the carpet
my...
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Late last year I wrote a 10 sonnet sequence entitled New Muses for a Posthuman Age, the idea being to update the goddesses and answer...
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The air is a velvet rope, coiled tight ’round my chest.
Breath unspools silver wire, threading ribs,
tugging my spine toward a fluorescent stage.
Copper lingers on...
