Tag Archives: Ivan Peledov

so i climbed down a wrought-iron fence…

so i climbed down a wrought-iron fence in hope to see stones in books, books in stones with three cigarettes smoldering between the fingers countless mothers of tobacco gawked at me from below so i climbed down a fence between … Continue reading

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someone at a submarine station mumbles…

someone at a submarine station mumbles stumbles drinks walls and benches for chants and hogwash to take effect prophets bury themselves in iron oceans a woman continues to sing losing syllables carefully losing syllables on the other side of a … Continue reading

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now let’s daydream of white beetles…

now let’s daydream of white beetles and red dogs gnawing hooves of winos winos fail to embrace hot marble geese sink into whiteboards and pockets of red soldiers gnawing tongues of hermits let all the trumpets and rubber boots consume … Continue reading

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vasetrack

cyclists shed the spokes children enter trees behind the whisper of one-legged parachutists and smell of unuttered prayers sounds drown in trumpets and burrows blind waiters die in the dreams of a shy nanny goat my inner sophocles is sawing … Continue reading

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