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becomes your ribbonis your child. I am morelike the wall. My lifemark,I wear your talented ink. Hammered by jack,the vertigo sets in. My fullest slopelies with Jill, Iflash primary. First meeting islast. The opposable,is green —bothhands so ruby. My body asscrimmage,a coloring book. I zip my denim pastmy forehead but the…
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Headed down to Goodro Lumber at 4:27pm unawarethey close at 4:30, just enough timeto grab a bag of salt for the front steps for our office down the road. The man behindthe counter, bald, squat, reading glasseshanging from a string around his neck— Hard to speak when a song or…
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I do not like trains but trains likeme like some people who git bit are told mosquitos like them.Why here I am Lord, why, here am I Lord is the track and a bear’stied to the rails with a person. Then you, with your conductor mind,wonder: If I yank with my might…
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wifi fueled by orange juice pulp and divorce signal frail chiropractors and cosmologists ask about the marx sticker on my laptop i tell them “no that’s actually st. nicholas of myra” they shut they grin they “oh haha okay yeah” the fuck up crossing 1700 miles in a day the evil of it a tattersall’d lad in thecomplimentary charger row whisperwhinges “i review credit cards on youtube” “i’m up to…
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they’re demolishing the old hospitalby my place this morningcentury old outer walls scooped outpipes up into air,wires mangled connectingnothing to nothingbreeze shivering puddles lyricalbuilding’s insides open to lightbroken apart is dollhousecomic stripno historyno part of usthat cannotcome openthis way — From Issue 28 of Ludd Gang — By Gray Harper…
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The night ends. The choices evaporate. There is a process through which a fixed percentage of us can be clearly distinguished. It involves oscillating between plant & stone. Branch & invertebrate. Chitid & lichen. Algae. Three of the saddest words in the dictionary. All of us speak in generalities now.…
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She gave me water she gave me a cup Of wormy dirt she gave me the movementOf thunder without guile The corpse the fable the innocent Dark earth crossed & re-crossed & my own wordsReturned to me then like my face reflected Cleanly in a pool of still blood. I…
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after Sommer Browning My father wants to know if we’re “pay pals.” My father calls me on his birthday and says, “It’s my birthday.” My father keeps a shoebox of greeting cards in his closet, pre-signed and “ready for anything.” My father tells my fiancé he’ll stop sending me Valentine’s…
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In memoriam meaning: Make a wax body. Cover your body in clay. Heat. Make a clay body. Cover in wax. More clay. Heat. The bronze goes in the empty parts. The wax drains into a ghost world, formless. The clay can do two things: become a kind of printer, making copies, or crack apart, go into dust. It…
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There are many forms of the presenttense. I can say, I am at the baths, on the phonewith my father, and my father knows I am at the baths. Whereas, I can say, in writing:I am at the baths, and the reader might suspectthat the present tense is substituting for…
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