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stone wash

the man crouched behind a granite bush, smoking. i met his eyes, yellowed in a quiet frenzy a choking fish pressed against knife and chopping board he was stone washed behind him buildings tessellating buildings as a bride takes a … Continue reading

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pockmarks on sand are crabs, burrowing deep downwards to a place the dead put up their feet the tides lower like a blanket unveiling a woman’s smooth naked body soft as grain blemished faintly by sun damp and soaked from … Continue reading

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an archivist

should all names return to the world? he would ask himself this, on the nights he stays up scavenging for spirits buried under dried leaves. the mango tree is the tropical plant of choice in cemeteries. replacing headstones of prisoners … Continue reading

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