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September 12, 2016 |
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on a beach in france a veiled woman is in keeping with the law stripped & expected to say thank you for freeing me the photograph ...
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August 15, 2016 |
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tired now, of the passage of nightmares and the weight each breach bears upon my chest each morning, a new emptiness strains its voice to plead the worth of its blood, to the earth the only...
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August 14, 2016 |
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Circuits–– you wait for hours while the planets move...
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August 13, 2016 |
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So. Here’s this photo Of a 2 million-year-old Jawbone with a few toothy Molars clinging to it. Our common ancestor. It looks like something ashy Pulled out of the fireplace. I remember...
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August 12, 2016 |
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Unscrew a box of white gold: smell the money and sing money while trained women who majored in “Classics” stride pencil skirted across a crystal sparkle dance floor. No...
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June 24, 2016 |
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here, before the word, there was the world & the world was flesh & the flesh was dust. dust not ash. ash be the words in your mouth. words be the rot between your teeth. here, a...
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June 8, 2016 |
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My ovaries beat like a heart, pinhead egg crates are tiny satellites, float so slight, we cannot feel the work, what lived in our mothers now lives in us. A shallow panic attack every...
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April 15, 2016 |
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When we do everything for which the moon is named empty nobody can tell me a damn thing I’m the offspring of a shadow and don’t care who knows it I sit on the stoop listening to...
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April 11, 2016 |
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The butter slices, avocado pieces fall into his lips, slide into the song of sealed eyes humming; I stay only until I know which of the two is doing the seducing Simple things, like...
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April 10, 2016 |
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“To win the people, always cook them some savory that pleases them.”–Aristophanes -1- He grabs the hot dog, positions it and grins. Varicose and flabby, weary and...
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April 9, 2016 |
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After dinner when I was a child we’d walk from 17th Street up the hill to visit my aunt and uncle, Zia Rosa and Zio Gianni. Zio built a huge grape arbor at least thirty feet long and 20...
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February 14, 2016 |
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She stayed seven years, snow in snow out. Listened to echoing jazz guitars and shook broad doggy dog paws. Dusted brains, almost daily, and thought about trips to Ireland the day after...
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January 3, 2016 |
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You could be addicted to emptiness, in particular mine more than others. As if my way of offering fulfillment required a reversal of what you assume to be a branch stripped of green down to...
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December 18, 2015 |
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I taste of salt. My fingers cannot sit still. I smuggled tears from smile to smile. When I became too tired to run, I swam. What love does not reach beyond borders? I swam. I rose. I flew....
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November 15, 2015 |
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first adornment it’s ramadan i’m nine years old drinking juice of crushed & strained hibiscus it darkens my lips a bitten red...