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Day Star from Liberty, Texas
The sun, stars and moon I would boast acquaintance with, obscure astrological lore, mythological creatures before this most enchanting sight. His tight, curly hair, such brown brown eyes, pale skin flecked with youthful stubble. In his pupils passion flared when he mentioned sestinas, form and the structures of poetic music. He can play my lyre […]
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I live by the river Tide a guide to storm & season
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Don’t you have a map?
A collaborative, traveling essay in letters ‘twixt Erika Howsare & Jen Tynes Part 6, J to E — Local water, two incidents — (a) Brushing my teeth into the bowl, alarm. Turns out was the food dye. (b) Head thrown forth, washing it, when all the water running through it was changed. Checking for an […]
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My City
This constellation was a name before words No god has a hand here, and distillates of memory crystallize then reveal structural flaws unplanned as cells gone wild in a tumor Possibly, the bird was once an eagle but now a mourning dove coos on the window ledge, abandons its two white eggs to the pigeon […]
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12.30.05
This year marked our arrival at The Cultural Society’s sixth postal addres in its third United State in just over four years. All I can say is that it pleases me to have finally joined the mighty ranks of the Great Midwest. Though, you know, I kind of miss Brooklyn. One must keep one’s eye […]
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from Property Line
Swallows whisk the rifts dusk dims between leaves on the tree whose name I refuse to find.
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from Property Line
Torn through sequoia branches the moon tears a path my fist follows to the door anchored by a twelve pack.