Tag Archives: Gus Iversen

Detroit

the wild dogs went roving through the late decades of the twentieth century clomping their jaws here and there excavating the hulls of burnt out riot houses the dogs with their wireskin thighs and long cheeks, doomed prevented kids from … Continue reading

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Non-linear Bannister

my apartment complex , which has been flexing its way through winter like a wind-blown squirrel obsessing over a wet rock , released its tension and with it the residential pheromone of humidity and bare arms , it rises triumphantly … Continue reading

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Grandmother’s Spiders

grandmother’s spiders live in the third basement in her scarsdale house the basement with the floral couch and the wicker chairs she couldn’t abandon in 1990 beautiful chairs shame to just throw them out grandmother has many spiders but these … Continue reading

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