Tag Archives: Kamden Hilliard

Repurposed

Is my terracotta skin snapping into fragments? Shouldn’t this take more time? Erosion has a millennial metabolism, right? This is how sand happens, isn’t it? We scour ourselves to pieces. Grinding. Crushing. Friction. I wonder who is on the floor … Continue reading

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On Forgetting

A newspaper clipping states: “SCIENTISTS FIND DRUG TO ERASE MEMORIES”, and the useless incantations of this particular Saturday night force me to avoid these thoughts: the moral permissibility of homosexuality; a sheepish boy; the deities of my diction; sadism vs. … Continue reading

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