Tag Archives: Claire Hurley

Post-Mortem

“Under the flowers” our meeting place. To some, the sky vaults an arboretum so we take on Latin names. toxicodendron radicans – poison ivy His short, irregular body rooted close to the ground, a common trait among weeds. His beady, … Continue reading

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Revelation

The emperors climb through the windows And leave nothing untouched. Your pillow: a warm grave for fingertips. A violin concerto plays somewhere In the distance. This is the day of reckoning. Every inch of the planet will be measured In … Continue reading

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Downpour

consider how the sky changes face every so often living as in a snow globe things fall on us of varying matter tiny plastic figures we are stuck in the underbelly of sky and so learn the comfort of amnesia … Continue reading

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