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Say they were one naked, shameful thing carrying the inflection of imagined eternity.Like a blue hand beneath a blue glove? Say the ethereal load was a story in which nothing could happen. Like a blue willow bending into blue water? Say in the story everything went well. Like a mouthful…
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Now I dig up patinasI chew on slit logsI polish surfaces of cyclonesI mount bullet wounds to inspect mutilationsI uproot the spirit ofthe chemicals that make meviolate myselfI count limited resourcesI view sinkholes inthe atmosphereI lubricate the batás& provoke in all keys offlesh & hallucinogenic gongsthe obscenities stuck tomy elbow…
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Filled with fish and starry shock,enmity, and brine in spectacular operaticpallor, I bring you pineconesmade for shelter, turn zealots from the balconiesin large unexpected drovesfalling palms, bougainvilleas, droughtslike those that first lavished our irrupteousvolcanic body in deep-green irradiations,blunt masculine fields, voluble producemelon stripes and blight. We regret to tellthe womb…
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ночная модель:квадратная пойма смысла расскажу но потомсигналы проходят сквозь каменьпревращаясь в нестойкий ключдоступа к светофорам разденься: почтительно ибесповоротнокак уходящий светв подъеденной мошками фразе сквозь ленибые пальцы сквозьлишние приобретения сквозьзаметëнную снегом отчëтностьповторяй клитемнестра невинна * a nighttime model.a square floodplain of reason I will tell but latersignals pass through stoneforming into…
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at night, north by northeasta drone hums or an airplane waiting to land why can’t I see it on the radar?dusk comes loudwith everyone singingdissonance is the truth about harmony or something will recognition always feel like grief I told the man that I loved the story that smells of…
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stranded horsesviolet n-(s)landingcircle backeden-smallingsfingers tracingcement-mixedcarton habits&crinklycreaves cuffed&puffed intoatmospheric stuffingclocking intosmog-based friendshipsdownward facing wogcollapsing &apps singas blades drip sawing &yawingtowards each outbreakof outlaw togethernessrows of rosescanoeingpetals ofsubmarine yellowunfolding flamings&smeltingrings&rings againaround broken split chantingsONCEtorched ochre oceans steamygrazingsclash-lict fleshingscon-meldmentin the destruction ofagon-structuringstruck down settleringwagon-gripswheeled around ungrounduntil sparmist en-chix-ings melodic hatch singsb/w petalandsless bound…
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— from Superliquid Water–published by Prroblem Buy it here — By Cécile Mainardi 👍 — Translated by: CJ Nizard is a performer, translator, and scholar of dance. Léon Pradeau smuggles poems across the Atlantic.
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— from Brillo–published by Lavender Ink Buy it here — By Paul Cunningham 👍
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— from The Dog’s Letter–published by Ugly Duckling Read more here — By Timothy Ashley Leo 👍
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— from White–published by Logbridge-Rhodes (1980) Buy it online somewhere? — By Charles Simic 👍
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