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Laurel Lake Thunder
No more metaphors remain:
a hen is a hen.
a crow is a crow.
a yeti is a yeti.
Your homemade medicine,
your homemade handlebars,
your homemade hens.
SELVES DIMINISH A SOUNDLESS HALL IN…
Dept. of Posthumous Letters
in relief against a pile of rarefied bodies, / like a temple swept of its bells—b. shimoda / / I’m going to use names. No one knows who…
Adam J. Maynard
A unicorn drinks a glass of champagne / / Two men in silver hats come in / / A kidney laughs and twirls its moustache / / Holy jocks are…
Some Short Poems I’d Write if I Were in…
1. / if our love were an airplane / we would almost be home by now / we would be pulling into the driveway / crushing the neighbors’ cars / …
from The Stranger
There were many people about but I saw nothing of a turning to the winds being thrown down. I put fabrics on to say my room has all but…
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