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Marauder

            I maraud around this paper with my pen, not because I have anything to say, but because the lack of a subject pains me dearly when she writes a secretive note, and I have nothing worthy of hiding. James Gapinski’s … Continue reading

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In The Absence of Condolences

please accept these befuddlements—trappings of a conscientiously neglected persona (one of cheerful crescendos, smashed from a symphony of brass instruments negligently forged from steel— heavy steel—                            supposedly— but edging near these outlined notes—the ones shielded and rigid and confusing and … Continue reading

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By the Waterfall

I scribbled in a notebook, pulped from mist, with a pen I stole from you by accident, or so I’d have myself believe—but I believed much else that was still unsettling yet didn’t involve misdeeds—writing along the notebook’s neat lines. … Continue reading

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