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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…
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She will last as long as stones, a tarp of water. Two frogs and four fish. Ashen shale, agro-industrial edge, the undead, those glassy forevers. The ocean flat and still. The planet Mars. Chang-e on the other side of the moon. Those excavations / explorations. The old Chinese proverb. Oh,…
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I read about a slice of pizza I want to eat a slice last night I looked at pictures of stillborns on the internet a bassinet with an in-unit cooling device I tried to get to the article but it was behind a paywall Tepid liquid moisturizing the bottleyou jerk…
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i need to go the stupid way cause it makes the most sense, parking’s a pain otherwise it’s all otherwise in motion even what’s stopped hums in the heatwave i don’t know anywhere that’s worth going, especially not the places my brain builds up for itself when i dont want…
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— from Demonstration Forest–published by Community Mausoleum Buy the book through whatever desperate means you can–I think it’s out of print. — Kelly Clare is an artist and writer based in Western Massachusetts. Clare is the author of two chapbooks: demonstration forest (Community Mausoleum, 2025) and NEARLY EARLY ARTLY NEVER (Greying Ghost, 2024). Their…
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Here’s to singing in the quiet. In the all the time. In the company of water. Apologies buried in the coda. With the songs pouring, nothing harmful can enter through your mouth. A passage only for salmon, for friends of jazz, for my fingers. I’ve been seasoning myself for this…
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A line like an arc of a circle. Red is general, not specific. Blood is specific, not general. Hers moves through it. It moves in an arc to the cycler. The cycler is plastic, not flesh. Plastic is general, not specific. It is not made for her body. Her body is specific, not general. It…
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the cell recallsa sunk disease loiters onthe cusp, a light sensitive material.culled images singed againstthe lid the reel celluloidinches in & out a frictionback and forth, frothing overthe weary machine. the heatedmeat catches cold—thencatches fire ; — from Candle Surgical–published by Tilted House Buy the chapbook here — Cameron Lovejoy is…
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