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Last night was just about talking, about seeing face to eye, self-conscious revealing the good angles, the elegant angles of the I-spy an anima..

come circumference, come casualties, what antediluvian remedy, or tonic - what other spaces can I inhabit when I don't remember learning t..

I Chasing the train home, heading north I can see the prairie on the eastern edge through the slated empty boxcars, & the graffiti. I see t..

while others sneak out at night, & go running yelping like banshees bodies torqued under dark damages, the wolf at the door, the woman emergin..

you are the dark sky of the morning serious and slow you shave, you dress you descend the stairs in your public clothes and walk out the door, you..

the central column, spinal or präna breathing fully hollowed; crawling into my first vesica pisces, the first fish where my own light opened, ..

empty empty empty my spoon, my fork, my moon, my cup my ever available cringing circumstance so long everyone empty headed, mirror tilting dawn, w..

like everything else, hunger is just a sensation and I haven't been for years; well enough to manage, never let myself consider having whatever ..

marietta georgia, only half a dozen years ago, I sat in a hotel room and was told my first-hand fortune in the heat of august, wrapped..

I want the words to run down my chin, like something juicy. the colander, the sieve, the ever renewable empty cup, to runneth over; the calisth..