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Mug Shot: Ezra Loomis Pound – May 26, 1945

Speaking of apparitions— You are the smoking bough on which the ashes of that sentence flicker. The cracks in your face, where the lightning hit. Claire Akebrand is a Swede who has lived in Germany and Utah. Her poems have … Continue reading

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Dinner Guest

When we aren’t looking, sadness tries on the face of happiness, swipes its cheekbones with blush, slips into its clothes and turns and turns and turns in the mirror, glides its hands over the smooth pants, (they are a little … Continue reading

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Telephone

Stars whisper from one black hole to another. When light reaches us, it is incomprehensible. If it hadn’t come so far, we would consider this no great loss. We turn our heads toward the white noise and imagine which words … Continue reading

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Outsider

The desert sky craves to be contained, like sadness, it booms through the air, over the burned fields. It crowds                                     into the only tree around,             into the oak’s barren crown and demands to be grasped,                                                 hid, framed. But that old … Continue reading

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First Songs

The song can only be heard by those who wake in the most unlikely hour, in some corner of the night’s barren halls. Its tune: not as dark as the crow’s intent, nor not nearly as bright as the moon’s … Continue reading

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How to Survive

Doors. Doors. Doors. Who has seen them? Any? Not one opportunity has revealed itself to me but through floorboards, loose ones, that creak and lift when stepped on. I have found that way three or four happy things that had … Continue reading

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First Actors

After the last line was spoken, the last tree disassembled, the grass carpet rolled up, and the exotic animals backdrop folded together, someone helped Satan unzip his serpent suit. Adam and Eve changed into their street clothes. She washed her … Continue reading

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