Tag Archives: Jason Braun

As I Grew Old One Night

All the photos emptied themselves out. My people slipped through the emulsion into darkrooms developing evidence of other senses. The creek ran dry at the crime scene. The clink of porcelain against flatware in a sink teetering atop a landfill. … Continue reading

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Thermodynamics of Laundromats

Lonely at the laundry mat, the kids gun-play rat-a-tat and I sat in soap dissolving, watching your lost socks revolving. So goes the pop song I started writing for you, and the things you left charged and clinging to flesh … Continue reading

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