Chris T.
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SukanyaA Poem by Chris T.Sukanya dreams from the cradle of Calcuttaof bohemian socialites and their ramshackle cafe-the cornerstone of civilization for an analog zeitgeistshe .. |
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Napkin RamblesA Poem by Chris T.I sit alone, trapped in some sear-sucker suit saturated with barrel-aged envy, while you mingle and smile from the side of the bride, sipping c.. |
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Hemingway, South CarolinaA Poem by Chris T.I haven't written anything in a while, so I guess this is an attempt at SOMETHING. |
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The ButcherA Poem by Chris T.I am the butcher of Oxford The carcasses of Merriam and Webster bleed out upon my table Fat slabs of thoughts waiting for their turn to be te.. |
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Progress NoteA Poem by Chris T.Updated and tweaked every few years, never a complete work. |
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The Ivory FieldsA Poem by Chris T.The best and worst kind of music is man-made. |
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The Great BlackA Poem by Chris T.Part of my world traveling collection. |
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Rust BeltA Poem by Chris T.A rough draft of a poem based on Buffalo, New York, the city I've been in for several years and never felt inspired to write about. |
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Artemis Longwiener and The Case of The Missing Sex..A Story by Chris T.A flash erotica story focused on a noir-era detective and his mysterious client. |
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