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house of men

one sleeps under cobwebs one drinks gall one wastes away to voicelessness one longs for deliverance one hopes for the spider one remembers singing one dreams of trains one of rope one of a revolver Pippa Little was born in … Continue reading

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Air Pressure of a Piano

My pilot father lies in the tree-canopies of Java moth-wings silk and rotting now his cradle but I come from another country low and sorry his engines stumbled channels open to the drowned,   their frequency swelling the echo pedal         no white noise … Continue reading

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A Reply from Mother

Dear John you’re sorry about the insomnia. You said mine is hell too. You want to know how as a child you seemed to take your father’s death, how you acted in the car – it has taken a lot … Continue reading

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