Month: May 2026
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“I like my art With a tinge of macabre”I practice into the On Purpose Mirror With a Bing Bong FaceLike the provost of South East Alaskan University taught me.Woah – I’m an academic!At least my reflection learned to be.I listened to the Bubble Gum DogIn Reverse, squaredAnd the rest of…
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apologies for this brusslypeplish rebuchier i’m O!ing to the podiumfrom the podform distincted prosody? propermitody?tell me where is the eies? the iyis should cooperate soiiiful the strinjury should be forestantem’d like pulselike reasoning metron and on and on for any vfersyou exvolt a fvers if the linea proofs trekheinlytruckling at MLA spendeining…
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Very interesting that the dialectic SOFT HANDS OF A DJ Talk about hormones: Watching the movie “Shit Sounds” while unpacking WHITE BELLS, That’s how snowdrops are called in Germany. Do you understand what this measures? INTO THE FOREST IN Natural amber decorative of our COPPER MOUNTAIN LANDLORD. …
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there are sirens at the end of a window with the curtain billowing with spirit, the orb of light is a signal falling to end the day, the air of ears is peopled and you can’t always choose by whom, even when you close the house’s surfaces. you can walk…
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The gums of the windchime curtains the trailer molded kitchen. Amid a blackberry winter we defaulted on the loans. I killed the snake. I dismembered it and mailed it to all my friends and family. I said see what you are worried about. Birds still died on the porch last…
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— From Issue Five of The Sixties (1961) — By Tristan Corbière 👍 Tr. by Donald Hall 👍
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To sit by the vowel And assess its pleats “enough as say, treeeste branchlace is perishaken; The odor is puthastily,; long-1not ” and t ry Of the rain the lurid arms Which taint the fine aisles of the ocean Murmurs of an imminent hour Dollars the action of water…
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THE STATE DOESN’T WANT ME TO FIST YOU BUT WE DO IT ANYWAYTHE STATE DOESN’T WANT ME TO FIST YOU BUT WE DO IT ANYWAYTHE STATE DOESN’T WANT ME TO FIST YOU BUT WE DO IT ANYWAYTHE STATE DOESN’T WANT ME TO FIST YOU BUT WE DO IT ANYWAY …
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What if we are just squares someone drew in the dirt with a stickWhat if what I don’t need is a beer gunAs the minutes tock so closely everAm I thinking of youYour chubby rabbitAnd your chubby rabbit’s boyfriendTalk to me about forcefieldsIn a minute I’ll have to leave somewhereAnd we’ll…
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It would be so intimate to show you my houseNo, it would be just hospitable.They do not know I am beautiful nowGlobe fatter and flakier Winter pea: I am upset I could not be with your child You get new to meYou get new-me to name every lineOn the topmost hill…
Poetry Nightly 