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Roarheart, that machine’s for marrowing babies.
It Didn’t Rain! It Didn’t Rain! It Did…
In a viridescent return to the land, cloud shadows / fidget in puppetry and 5 minutes of future. / A ghost that calls. / We glean this ghost....
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I found a man with a rifle walking / the charred tundra, mad for game. / He had killed & he had also / bled. The day slipped into night, …
When the dark finds us / full-throated, singing / of bright mother & river-dead men, / & our dim Audrey lost to another, / let the…
We Are All of Us Nearly Home
/ In the furious meadow, each / blowing leaf, a tiny calendar. / What time was it, what year. / I have loved her how long. / A green…
P. S . T h e B u r n i n g o f P a s…
No one breathed. Air ran out / like school kids from double doors. / Bouts of invisible carnage. The body of water was / a crescent wave keeping…
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