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The last yard end of a sentencewas always pure bedlam,the hell’s bells riotcrush of summer’s arrivalsweeping aside whatever bitsof chalk s..
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"new title, significant tightening of the screws"
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It was late in the day, a hot stickyconfection of contentions.I said something, an off-handedobservation of no importance, almostbanal, but not quite...
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IBurnt porridge. Preamble to the rough-barksplintering of a beggar’s bowl --it wasn’t anything particular, this time,just bare-..
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Elsewhere, I have it on good authority,clocks keep time --the slow creep of mountains inchingtowards clarity, comprehension ofspring melt to trickle o..
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About half way upan agitation starts to stir: the Tabletopphantoms, spectra of old-world urgesbeing pulled from the hard-bitten earth --the unfamilia..
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I ravished her, inch byinch, a rough-handled scythecutting the unintendedverdant verbiage, untillate in the evening, only a fewhardy syllables remaine..
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You wrote out of keyso long you forgotwhat art was --what moves menis not their hate butpain splashed love.Seized by an urgeto seem free,to weld the h..
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Wrapped in the shallow shadeof cattails, the still silenceof an unfamiliar host,the ears begin to imaginea language unlike any the tonguehas ever slit..
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She is making dowith the harsh realitiesof a bad year, sewinga winter's quilt fromthe left-over scrapsof a tossed over loveleft at the curbon his way ..
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