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Saturn Devouring His Son (after Goya)

Once I swallowed a stone I mistook for a son. Opened jaws & tasted only my own blood, jaws a solar system breaking orbit. Flossed my teeth with…

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So Much Blood

Rushing away from the heart, like our love, a steady evacuation of the essential. So much blood I bled in the course of a day, one month, one…

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Dear Dassi,

Dear Dassi, Happy, happy Birthday, my friend. I am on a bus back to one life and away from another. The man I love is behind me; we…

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Altering the Path

Back after a miss and gathering in masses they assemble for blood _______________________I was there when the buildings fell ________________It’s a knife she said ________________there is no spiritual…

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Steer Us Adrift

To support these claims only evidence will suffice ________________A fortunate opportunity ________________will only steer us adrift ________________________________A humbling experience ________________________________proves ________________________________a humbling experience So do you think ________________________________they…

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Domain : Range

The pickings are slim _______________________________________take what you want _____________________________________________________________leave what you need and I’ve always been about free choice ____________________there’s more to life __________________________________________________________________than taking one if memory…

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Authenticity Is Scarce

The last narrative ________________• never makes sense ________________• doesn’t fit ________________• nonsensical may be too harsh ________________Authenticity is scarce ________________________________anything ________________as a symbol of ________________________________anything Another ___________year another…

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As Other

I always know ________when I’m being followed ________________when you cross the street ________________to avoid my path If I really wanted ________________what you have ________________a locked door wouldn’t stop…

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In Praise of/the Broken Dimension

Inside the box, ________________with bruised lips, a silent scream, ________________the hawk patrols, above the foliage, ________________its claws swoops, off your clothes, ________________on the mat, below the bridge, ________________above…

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Doppelgänger

I often have a dream ____of a woman in white ____with yellow flowers in her hair I think they’re daisies, or sunflowers ____I don’t know for sure she…

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