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Auguries not arguments commend themselves as healing needs forswearing the unswerving dicta of the mapped marked and marketed territory where fixities are at premium where coordinates are not antidotes but the hastily assembled flowcharts of blood circulating for refineries under the fretwork of broken bones and empty souls fueled to prime grade purpose against the […]

Traffic in Magnificat lest the war fog cloud sense and layer it like contrails conducted by droning birds of antique metal and new design Efficiency ‘s spark riddles deep holes into angels rends belief into plastique vision seeks horizon horizon into orison orison one letter away from prison there is choice no matter how thin […]

Certain laws – like, say, those of spellcraft – cannot be told. Always an erring is in the telling listening will not remedy. Nor more words undo. Some have tied the instruction to song; but even then too much clothing of talk contrives and conceals spell’s broken, immediate urgence. There are, then, no recipes to […]

under the flat- felled seam of clouds we gauged the cross-wall by a whisper and considered whether to wait in bed for the sun to burn off what was said

above the clamor of overdrive we cussed each other and turned aside as cornstalks stroboscoped at seventy-five and clouds divided back from forth

she knits a flat wick and waits quilts the quarter-bed and mends her distress with a needle and thread squares a rip in the hem of her dress as the old song ends with a grin                         when the farmers turned to miners                         their women turned to men