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Tag Archives: Justin Robinson
strikes matches through alleys under bridges finding me eggshells in my palms she whispers: flesh is a constraint that splits overshadows our illuminations her words shift into pigeons circling my feet I continue to look away she disappears —feathers hanging … Continue reading
leaning with a lighted candle you drew my eyes bare you stroked my face into the mirror trained me to whistle freedom fled with the burning afternoon your shadow grew roots along crimson mountainsides silent steps split the wind to … Continue reading
rain runs in droplets down the side of our house bleeding family photos pale leaves amnesia on our tongues flowing over grass-covered graves toward speech between ripples in the creek Justin Robinson is an MFA candidate at San Francisco State … Continue reading
my friend told me light sockets chase her like ghosts in metallic mirrors she spoke of three-holed faces, shooting sparks said her head was a spider that built nests out of my company while I sat in her straight chair … Continue reading
burned his peers’ pupils. He said: nature reclaims cities leaves skies cracked & peeled. He fell to the walk like a feather. Now I dress in tame colors, sift through wind strewn newspapers blanketing the cliff’s edge. Evening draws the … Continue reading
opens a window to release his metallic laughter glues white boxes to his lipstick stained ears & dances for you in the mirror of a match lit mouth chatting your smoke filled hours with sand flea eyes promising rain to … Continue reading