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stories at the dinner table

beside herself with the rash of one thousand blueberries she cries in an alphabet that no one understands it is morning & i am knee high watching steel boxed secrets disappear in the haze of adolescence. i want to be … Continue reading

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the letter x and number 3

when close enough to unhinge cotton windows thoughts can be thrown aside like pillows— coalesce awaits among the blankets while each thought of suicide is absolved at every little death— only the adroit find that life is a simple exchange … Continue reading

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mishigamaa

barren wasteland of indigo, sea of dark blue insatiable desires you once vanished whole ships, the toys of children and their fathers scientists say you’re shrinking, unable to resist old age at the coast your weary hands brush against my … Continue reading

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conversations with john

“in the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God,” the lectern repeats yearning for nothing more than a pomegranate he raises his hands to the holy alter of syntax and sighs Asha … Continue reading

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york

broken                         bottles                         pictures                         steps             a singular wooden chair             that held the midst of every man        who chose to lament in                            thought             rather than             nigh sea   and   wave reflection cease mind behold             man has a history of destroying what he once loved. … Continue reading

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what am I? anyway?

the manager of the nearest gas station reads the new york times and sighs             the united states is under attack by an overactive imagination while Walt Whitman debates the merits of “the next big thing” developed in Cupertino, California             information … Continue reading

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a love poem Vonnegut could swallow

when undressed no matter how the feat is managed eyes                         fingers             imagination man   must side-step the crux of existence once life is acknowledged as sexually transmitted                         all   nuance is:                         lost This is a reprint of work originally published … Continue reading

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