Tag Archives: Kris Hall

Roman Candles

We are resplendent scores at the other end of a pyrotechnic star our sun unhinges our jaws on its rise from the swallow a hardboiled egg blown out of its shell You leak thru the pentimento, shaggy with resin and … Continue reading

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Rosewater

In the palm of your hand you have returned her to the open air, our vanishing dunes rinse the fetus doppel [prone to juicing] It could be like squeezing berries You tell yourself an orchestra of things What it means … Continue reading

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