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He Painted a Sparrow Just Before He Died

he painted a sparrow he painted a dead sparrow he painted a little dead sparrow he painted a lone little dead sparrow just before he died SUCHOON MO…

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Labyrinth / Floodland

Put your arms out in front of you to feel along the walls, every fifty feet there will be a metal stud –knock gently to hear it- you…

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Look Your Best

for cremation, the 1650 degree fire kissing you. Spend your life preparing. What if you aren’t beautiful? The cremators keep busy–the cadaver turns to gas, ash, and mineral….

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Tell Me About Poison

Tell me about poison. Tell me about chemicals that make things happen that you might subjectively say are bad, that someone else might say, just so subjectively, are…

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“If You Can Dream It You Can Do It” and Other Torments of the Insomniac

Sleep is pale honey: a mirage slipping backwards over a dune to a mixed-up piper’s improvisational tune. Strap on a motorcycle helmet. There are bees in the bedroom…

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Hypomania

It’s an agitated tickle, a spastic frisson over simple sunlight in its irrepressible chorus of high C and the lush green fronds of tangled July wild through a…

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Good Ghost

In the back of your mom’s mini-van, you snort lines of moon dust off the surface of an iPhone. After, you climb atop the roof and ride with…

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Looking Backwards

In the picture I wish I’d taken Twenty years ago, we look like birds With beards and teeth, our graduation Robes and hoods flapping black against the Sky….

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Palimpsest

It’s not that I think (if there is an I that thinks) that I’m an automaton, Just that there are all these things we talk about as if…

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Simple Walls

Sewing annoyances, I move from room to room upon a mission of discontent, like a specter nobody wants to bother with. Reflecting what we know to be true,…

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