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Poetry

Welkin Burials for Drones

first fell like invocation—a drone wing wracked, calor-sick, shitting sparks as it swivelled through cloud rot through ozone’s bruised femur a languid death ballet above the burial crags  condors tarrying—not vultures no, these were feathered parsons with crimson dipped beaks sermons engraved in voracity ojos polished by haboob   they unfastened the machine’s costae gulped […]

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Call Us Boy.

  Voices slam against a wall      “boys!”  …and again “windows!”…and again “running!” Voices dance to fire dimmed, till they grow faint, till they dare not speak. Mirror mirror on the wall why are these tongues running still?   We are taken by things. Once, they walk, they knock, they drown in a puddle.   Voices […]

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Prayer for Winter

It is cold, and I am a small animal compared to the heavy sky. Food to heat my blood is not plentiful. My friends are lean and sleepy.   There is so much I am afraid of: that a stumble could lay a child frozen; that this blankness will never erupt into green.   Please […]

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Dear Saturn,

                                       Dear Saturn,   I fashion my body into a human telescope and point it at the midnight sky: my wrists rotate this way, that, while my fingers bend— feet flexed, torso twisted like a long rope of licorice. With these simple movements, […]

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Dreamscape with the Devil

                                       A street from childhood empties like a cigar cut incorrectly. All of the curtains in the windows, still, preflinched for the hands that will throw them aside in morning light. I slink down into the driver’s seat of a stolen car—red leather, […]

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