Month: February 2026
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for four speakers — to the outward flowering you made of me–first read at Pittsburgh’s Bottom Feeder Books — By Izzy Knapp đź‘Ť
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Hoppy’s distracted nothing but chicken flying around the plain so they wade outside into a darkness of guns as friends but you can’t shoot a ghost and now the Thirties are gone and Hoppy smiles like Benny Goodman these eras they have viral benefits tails of nags against the rocks …
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Las cosas que entran por el silencio empiezan a llegar al cuarto. Lo sabemos, porque nos dejamos olvidados allá adentro los ojos. La soledad llega por los espejos vacĂos; la muerte baja de los cuadros, rompiendo sus vitrinas de museo; los rincones se abren como granadas para que entre el…
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Here has a hump, not a heart, but by the end mightset a net, what goes on, struggling my head doesnot walk noticing movies and streets, like in the mythsand so, time with you is books, essences, all that is In your childhood bedroom we sleep til afternoonIn my steps,…
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A strangeness touches my neck, and I am tasked with moving it. I grow my hands from medium to large and then large to nothing. What does it mean when dust is only half inside us? What can it mean to make a soft ruin of a stamina? Lately, I have…
Poetry Nightly 