Tag Archives: Jennifer MacBain-Stephens

Robot Heads

tech support wires light to soot / slippery steel breaks necks / but basil sprouts like alien ears / green is life / ignore a white noise dream / bicycle chains the new Instagram / an orange rope is a … Continue reading

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Opposites

boy, muscle deliberate / sketches a body with eyes first / purpose precise as a prescription / a sliced birch tree / multitasking through the shredder / no emotion / no insecurity / he loops the black rope around and … Continue reading

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Him in Parts

the man fell in pieces from the sky first the beard hairs like rough insect legs a van’s open roof sunburnt neck, rubbed raw – a leather crop slap a forehead capped with bullet thoughts, stubborn skull the weight of … Continue reading

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Dear Pete, I Thought Everyone Carried My Void Around in a Paper Bag but Maybe It’s Just Me.

There is a void in the desert. There is a void in mall shopping. There is a void in bad car music. There is a void in waiting for a text. There is a void in pressing too many tab … Continue reading

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dadaist

When you are a father you will play new music for tiny people who have never heard music before. You won’t let bugs come inside because you hate bugs inside. When you are a father you will be the big … Continue reading

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