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Poetry

Dawning

A custom sun graffitied with the low pink scrawl of waking burns orange with hope rising and stretching like the landlocked siren singing over sighing plains where ewupniaq, calming storms of plant calligraphy hold pollinator epistemologies in the brush of wing and scale to leaf: in cobalt aurashine light pemtaqaiet slithers around like a snake with […]

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To Whomsoever Remains

as I write this I am catching up on the news and the news was about nothing at all, the usual flames rising up from the cracks of everything we know, nothing special, but randomly I noticed in the B-roll there was this little slice of a clip of a soldier walking past a bakery […]

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Temperance and The Devil, Reversed

It begins with running, always the same bone-white panic— running from something bigger than yourself, this story told and retold, until it shapeshifts into something Other, and it chases you like a wolf. Unkindness arrives in a whirl of black songs, a triumph made of feathers unfurling like frost across glass, delicate and beautiful, disarming, […]

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Driving Downtown

the other side breathes quiet   i hear many people have left      but the town  isn’t completely dead   yunno alive     but in ways that make you think zombies           think weevil-holed bean seeds       think half-healed bruises leaking pints of blood       […]

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The Credo of Loplop

Beneath the grattage of his dapper Dada I will always believe in the red-headed bird-king’s beak, a cardinal decalcomania peeling from the seams of his degenerate artist’s coat. When he fled his bare-feathered nest to sculpt the high desert, he was collaged already with childhood’s talons and quills. Solarized, enrobed in a lover’s ambiguity, he […]

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The Hole Thing

Now, let us gather to imagine the future. Here, in the Central Hall of Arts and Sciences as it was, before Victoria laid the first stone. Here, where the dead were annually raised, implored, exhorted, ectoplasmically embraced, Here, where Hiawatha musically wed, and Os-Ke-Non-Ton sang the medicine man, to Samuel Coleridge-Taylor’s once-loved score, Here where […]

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