Tag Archives: Lindsay Brader

Like Leviathan’s Sigh

The birds flying together, the rush of the hive— how can I tell you the sound? Think breath and bleeding, bullets in the heart of November, living ink pouring down evening’s throat, an applause, a match asking— what is fire? … Continue reading

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Bathing

Her body empties itself in smeared cursive in a language she didn’t know was in her and he still drunk on a red woman’s whispers pulls her out by her hooked underarms and her limpness reminds him of oil-sick fish … Continue reading

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An Ad for Love in the Age of Enthusiasm

luv me seriously. in spite of me. fundamentally. whatever that means. please be involved wholeheartedly with groceries & my selfies. u need to be strong & funny & built like a home page=the right shade of blue, navigable. list ur … Continue reading

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