Tag Archives: Brian Glaser

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Dull sounds running through the trees, dropped and shaken, sapid Galas clenched like blue fists on the chilling dirt, flecking the orchard rows, the mush under my bare soles rinsing to a sudsy clay as we walked back through the … Continue reading

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On the morning satellite report a hurricane breaking up looks like a couple lying naked in bed, a jangling necklace of tiger teeth over the clavicle bay, moving slowly as retrograde Venus between the horns of the moon. The white … Continue reading

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