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Pearlie Mae Fur (small town murder) She loved to swim at the water's edge. where she would emerge with drops of chastity rollingfrom her ba..

considering magic..

Isabella Isabella, the corn has ripened. See here, she is green & rough to the touch She has thrown out a camouflage of dull brown stran..

Spring Equinox I fall backwards into your mouth of a dozen wines Into the taste of you & the sweetness I sleep in the canal of your throat to..

So Now You Live So now you live like a lava rock & you remember a flow, a rush, more heat than brains & a hundred things you might impro..

There Are the Pale Points The house is lit withpetaled sun The pale points ofa late sunburst idle across the wooden floor It is t..

Love Song Love walks all over town in thosebig boots Looking for a stomping ground Listening for a breaking sound Looking fora cracked shell ..

Winter Passing A latitude of long faces, their hair upswept in old tangles & held fast with duty It is hard to walk through sleep & f..

Only A Wave I am the evening curve of odd months that seek the length oftime & tallies in barter houses for good days My eyes fly open, ..

Cats Play This A rapier blade felt in a moment as I stand,openedto the thought of how to feed upon the scraps of early morning dumpster sacks S..