Tag Archives: Melissa Bobe

Plurality

Plurality ((Canvas:_textile             I saw in miniature, a thousand times repeated in front of me, like some carnival mirror that fragments into multiplicity, my own self, but each self was different//distinctive:: like so many perfumed ants, but___ no magnifying glass here … Continue reading

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Traffic

someone finally tore into the black garbage bag triune on the entrance ramp to the L.I.E. the maculate entrails have yet to scatter— it is a still winter The wind does not move to alter or shift beyond a chill, … Continue reading

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The Fox

how acrimonious we have become how fickle, how insincere the fox has made an art of intrigue but retains her courteous mien artful, a most vigilant mother—we assume there are kits. perhaps we are wrong in our minds, in our … Continue reading

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