Month: December 2025
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The remarkable mole cricket’s body is covered in hair It’s moving its eyes There is face paint And there are gears under the candles like a suspension (of pickerel) The psychology of minnows The air is about to absorb this biological sculpture A nest like a wig You could have…
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I crack at the animal who takes to the sash. Agent of distance like a girl in a pool. November buried in the scores cut into the new season. November sanded of its soft eye & valves. November stunned into flight by an oncoming car, by its own written name.…
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Blossomupon desire’s exitwound. [] The futurebifurcates —one part roots,one germinates a sparof crocuses. [] Come, tell againthe differences of the dead:in earth, little damp fossils. [] Streaming. Rivering.A dire wolf lumbersout of fog. Pines into vision. [] With bewitchedsilver shearsI severfate’s stamenfrom its pollinatingbee. — From BATTALION SHAPED GIRL–published by…
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Oblivion is warmand the dreams it inspirescrackle open like they’ve been shaken.Springtime melting, the icingcollapses into the cake.Wide open gorges pass downthe echoes and shrieksof a ferocious elegance and thenin the dirt, they sitand they boil. The wasted future curls its fingerin a “come here” motion. Not shacklednor enlivened by possibility,but shackled and enlivenedin an…
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“DYING IN A POCKET” How does one die when already a Sponsino in the Elfstream?How does one silence? How does one minus one inside pockets?Lobotomized? How does one out once inside? How does onemassage sitting upright in an office chair? I’ll tell you how. It startsat the YMCA. Florida, Japan.…
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each & each-ishas a skypup-copper, pup-cotton, pup-cumulus …. auttumn-summers bowls of gold lemon-ginger fizz ciders < – – – sky))) sky skying to sky, gingers of bowl-skyclup one throughouther pup-satin, pup-laundry, pup – p -up – – – – – u p – – – . . . — Originally published in…
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A gunshot to the petal sparks the protestwritten on the back of maps and the customs of those laborsinks and stars and the poem affixes when it remains openholding vigil for the sailor’s march down the streets over the centuriesa lantern driven mad by the organs uncovered by the margin-impeded…
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Everything she said about other people was trueBut everything she said about herself was wrongSun angled down in the law of literate talkDispersed by dogs. Between sleep and more sleepWhat of literacy remainedMade of this grass an intentional stateFog dispersed by sun and the sun dispersed by open waterWhich teaches…
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I was the Abominable Bride& you werean icon of the miraculous One of us had to go But I only wanted to give youa light maiming& some mouth opera when you came tilting at mewith your crimson biggie On the Horn of the MoonI’m breaking dawn’s pink fingersone by one…
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I am a total person today with a single life , flyingso naked over conclusions . my life ,it’s just one and I’m clamped to it , with sweat ,drinking clarified milk and forthave red .but I don’t really drink . or know anything . althoughI know there are crazy…
Poetry Nightly 