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quaking egos squall

Luminous within the Light-Year It’s so luminous within the light-year—All is colorful behind time. I confound glowing snatches beyond thegodstarsIt’s full of stars!A queue of light fleeing. Quaking behind the sealsWe sentry glittering portholes.Behold, the blackstar is no more. It’s … Continue reading →

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grope and cope

The Bipolarities of Bipolar2 …the bipolarities of bipolar2 means the investiture of happy sad happy sad happy sad…means the cyclic nucleic acidic gentrification of my sadness…and the entropic dystopic myopic envisioning of my happiness…sorta’ rolla’ coasta’ o’ love hate love … Continue reading →

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gifts to you

Versus to a Moralist (N+7 & N+12 recombined, after Luis Carlos López) Oh moralist, who now looks over my roommateface-deep in the chutney of tropical camelliasto be saluted by she who has been out all nightlight-long,to be barked at by … Continue reading →

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nothing but fog

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “The new ease of our lives sometimes feels like a betrayal of those who need it more, though I know that the guilt of privilege pays no debt.” — Melissa Febos / “Iowa … Continue reading →

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smelled of lithium

Slightly Dirty (redux) His fragrance remained in the room when he left, and she picked up notes of Ambien and gin. He turned into a dragon and blew smoke up his own ass: in this manner he floated away on … Continue reading →

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shoplift a thong

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “The soul of our politics is the commitment to ending domination.” — bell hooks / Feminism Is for Everybody: Passionate Politics “Crows, crows, crows, crowsthen the slow flapaway over the hilland the dead … Continue reading →

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i wish i

fens claimant her strength seeps through newly installed calmshe calls “ohm” to distinguish tuber from field—her namesake breaking into a smokestackobscure he’s a pianist with psychological funds pittingan inconvenienced perch against the hook—no fish more foul in his mind but … Continue reading →

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string of drugs

Monotonals What I’m Reading: “A regular asks her to stir her finger in his coffee, and she willhear in him blue grass and a murder of crows,hunger’s sickle sinking deep” — Diamond Forde / “Rememory”

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love of life

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “It is clear that reason and facts alone no longer suffice to move people and society to action.” — David Suzuki, Tara Cullis, Miriam Fernandes, and Ravi Jain / What You Won’t Do … Continue reading →

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a kiss under

Two Butcher Boys at Division Point (Tanka) Revenge parable:A dispute careens off-track—Shattered eyeglassesBlind and brambled in the weeds.A kiss under the blood moon. What I’m Listening To: “Hope is a muscleThat allows us to connect” —Bjork / “Atopos”

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