Month: February 2026
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ear with bookbinding needle in the lobe—bleeding teens with nondairy creamer—actions unfeel me on the infinite spreadsheet,bless stink taxonomies of sleepless mammalia,temu-bought prophet begging donationsfor LLM attempt at subway slam poet(unflinching endrhymes essentially obama)+ the very first book a 25 year old reads creatine milkshake, grasshoppers for texture;brain for content,…
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1 y/n slibbery mity timemeats,unpaltryAdolpher, trewsman, (laughee)stabling hygolgothy, hollythe length of the pig, undulade leewordiams fetup-flunkeyhood TCB; mislibeled lamnessomnifacient tripeand stud’: content/ finialvisionnoose. mevynge henpeckt dolostrumESPn Variant naturvoyding0W 93L sore Moravias yearr.rr.rain newassassin.washed ,pancaked sunlight-brain shutpiltvise build-a-bong.com 2 thick alarm reheating so fondl,natural modestycola’ce. or meat; chackenshutBony Ball, Shaping Hammond, Whitening…
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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 👍
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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 vacíos; 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 