Month: July 2026
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The cost of boozing just keeps dropping into my lap, that bird before it named a bank of capital’s airy pirouette I’d kiss crass the eponymous heiress under this aqueduct, mostly to immortalise a point. If you harvest the rosehips, blackthorn and sloe, if you brave the spines, if you resolve common use by way of…
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Tell the truth, baby. The truth is what happened. What really happened.Let me give you an example. You are with the horse. The horse makes a loud sound with her mouth. You hear it. I come in to the stable and ask you: did the horse make a sound? There’s…
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The numinous presenceof a peanut butter jelly sandwichentered my thought processas I succumbed to the suggestionthat when the world was youngthe stick people learnedhow to spread themselvesover the landscapeby making a gesturewith their handsreleasing the appendagesotherwise known as tentaclesbut the intended effectdid not come to fruitionthe peanut butter sandwichdid not…
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— from issue 4 of Here Buy it here — By fahima ife 👍
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In a secure basement in DC, Cheneytakes call after call, channeling terror into a dark clot in his left ventriclefrom which Camp Echo will be born. “I still believe we were right. No,no. I would not do anything differently.” A regime of images, of bureaucratic desire.A word that makes the…
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If what you want is love you are still the enemy,you have not yet thought through clearly what that means.On the gender selection screen I mark omnia suntcommunia. Depressed people’s kindness tastes like backwash you have to learn to live on. I spent the last decade sewing camouflage for my…
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— from calixto–published (this time) by Air and Nothingness Press Buy it here — By Robert Desnos 👍 Tr. by Todd Sanders 👍
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after James MacNeill Whistleran art to be, asis is to free, climate ofholding pattern, afelling in ascent,the rivets of a phantomgesture, tremulouswinglike hands, a potof color thrown in the faceof a spry public:ash & ampersand,graven as two ghosts scarcelythere, the green worldrubbled in percept,a transit of fay pleasures,their entanglementsbeheld, time’s…
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our ambition was to getas close to the wateras possible. whatis the city we are passingover? a scienceof spreading light. revaluationof systems. making useof offentlig rum. how to beon the outside of everyinside. how to be insideevery outside. if you can wear itlike a backpack i can wear itlike a…
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— Originally published in shitwonder (Wonder Press) Read more here — By Sol Cabrini 👍
Poetry Nightly 