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dead wind

sustain agency. become numerous. leave dismantled. from a labyrinth of elsewhere weave time, abandon the ruins, without bones, of dead wind. *This poem is an erasure of Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities (English translation by William Weaver). Michael Prihoda is an … Continue reading

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digging the foundations*

your nose will know the street, ill-humor encrusted cobblestones. the reverse is more rare, walking with eyes digging the foundations. *This poem is an erasure of Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities (English translation by William Weaver). Michael Prihoda is an editor, … Continue reading

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miracles*

the territory is a rolling plateau. this process of weariness, the citizenry waiting for a different landscape. the function is guaranteed: a lifetime has already been identical, shifting its chessboard. repeat the actors, repeat the accents. always the same god … Continue reading

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slaughterhouse*

the slaughterhouse is permanent on their itinerary. remains of the months must wait before life can begin. *This poem is an erasure of Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities (English translation by William Weaver). Michael Prihoda is an editor, writer, and teacher … Continue reading

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math

maybe we regret the aftermath maybe we feel guilt maybe we suffer after their suffering but we are always left with something after and the math never quite adds up Michael Prihoda was born and raised in rural Wisconsin. He … Continue reading

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this is a poem about wanting, needing, and fulfillment

please come closer Michael Prihoda was born and raised in rural Wisconsin. He is a poet and writer currently attending university. In his spare time he enjoys cooking, running, photography, and nature.

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eclipse

and the night was good, everyone said so. why this clawing uncertainty as unconnected red lines create the numbers of the a.m.? Michael Prihoda was born and raised in rural Wisconsin. He is a poet and writer currently attending university. … Continue reading

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