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Place of Wild Onions for Dave, Amy and Eli Pavelich
an arm, and a cloud for the flower of your daylight irrigations, the noise arrives in this weak and fast extinction it cannot fall for the seed of your morning memory, and the war floats our beginnings as we want to know the freedom of our solitary animals. make one see itself, as it knows […]
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A Stone Woman Gives Birth to a Child at Night
To speak of unknowing in the language of knowing To ride the sun down to the horizon of unknowing To touch the new shoots of hazelnut leaves with red To ink shadows as the alders burst into flame To double as my own interlocutor among strangers To search my medical records for an early, saving […]
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Disaster Trees for Roberto Harrison
1. The butterfly yields. May the wind stop. The rock-bed feathers in fall leaves the small hill. This piling act is insect time, will coax a season reasonably into life. If the tree is a hand, wrist and bone, and the wind a breath, the butterfly yields dust. 2. Now appear the new many, without […]
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from ∆
a flat-topped block slides — a sediment caught mountainside as shape the name implies the thing like — a pyramidal point to a U-shaped dock — the spire dulled the hot chore installed ∆ like a huge soft — to break this wet matrix from ice — or cold create the sheet […]
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She Leaves for the Day
while Franklin waits. While Franklin waits for naught, I turn the TV on in time to have Blackburn & Green vow to get the compensation that I deserve for injuries sustained at work. Sustained at work by a back pillow and caffeine, supporting both of us, my wife comes home to me and Franklin sprawled […]
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The Phosphorescence of Thought
Myth is the narrative metaphor sounds out of melodies ideas finely, illustriously tune in consciousness. Icons carved from a ceaseless noise of thinking. The golden hissing notes inside them. Why does it perceive these sensations? For it has daggered the crown of the sun. Why does it stick to the light? For the soul is […]
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The Phosphorescence of Thought
Differentiation. Autopoeisis. Communion. Energy’s copulating androgyne. Radiant structures of the animate world. Resistance. Force. Dreams. Autofellation. The surge and the need. The vaginal twitter. Beatitude of reading; beatitude of the love embrace, the sexual evening, its anticipated lateness. The thermonuclear sustenance of the sun. The ongoing collapse of our galactic cloud. Thought’s self-imploding centers. The […]
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Poem (Edges)
from edges beckon trim signs pare resistant un- attached these things this begin to know “lift” that can be
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This All Came from a Box, Find A Bright Way Out
Because we’re allowed to look like that again, clapping meadow of bright corners, the man walking me into myself, and there are times I want to be fixed to something. Say what you wish— I’m not a fighter, I cannot keep up with the clouds, brother gods divided into six part waves. Stop looking that […]