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A white wolf going in for the kill. An ambushing.Sharp features, buzzed hair. His skin like jade,his body rock-cut, tall muscles tensed like a violin&..
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God works in mysterious ways---so they say (why?).As a backland dweller far from the ocean, nestledin the rolling sea-swells of these verdant troll-hi..
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My grandfather, who owned a rubber parts factoryand never let anyone sit in his prized easy chair,became very clumsy as he grew increasinglyelderly. S..
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A
day after the clocks have shifted back
an
hour, it is 5 p.m. and already dark out.
I
am lying in bed reading three books at once,
in
al..
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Vampires arrange moonlit picnics in the summer months, eating hearts on plates of silver
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A poem about remotely witnessing the horrors of the Gaza genocide through my screen, unable to affect the reality.
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I am but a drop of water in the heaving wave, / that breaks upon the shore.
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A poem about my childhood recollections of 9/11, and the overzealous response of the US to it.
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an episode from my childhood.
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A poem about Cold War anxieties. Homage to Allen Ginsberg's "Howl". Rated Mature for violent passages.
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