Monthly Archives: June 2010

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If sleep evades me, then I’ll stay awake and dream of the utensils I once used to pick and poke the peaks and pikes I’d make out of flush air to feed my blood suffused: Little teaspoons you could wash with a wish, and two-pronged forks that you ga… Continue reading

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Amongst the hollow shades dressed in ash, blue, the moon hangs down like a thirsty molar, waiting to pounce on the gelatin glue that coheres in dead cow bones’ ice collar: No one’s there to hear it but the plague, blue as the darkest day floats ab… Continue reading

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Plastic air ducts release the sibylline tension that leads to crows’ feet on the eye, blanketing the space like old nicotine in the pre-ban eras of the bar-sky: That is, the gray horizon is stunted, boxed in by the wooden musculature of ashen live… Continue reading

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The turquoise blue scales of a crocodile so immense that it stretches beyond swells arches its chopped back an infinite while, as the sands turn themselves into seashells: That is below. Above, the bugs flock in sparks, reversed, attacking the bul… Continue reading

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The rain has softened into fresh linen, but these bloodshot eyes do still remember, on this island of goats, fruit and venom, in this month six months before December: The porch was on fire, the hammock singed down, and the lovely light green almo… Continue reading

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As the steel rain falls in deafening sheets,I can reflect on the panoramaof sand and lizards and children and streetswashed over by the goats’ glaze and drama:High, with language washing around bleached teeth, and angry kicks missing their shadows… Continue reading

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How much blood is in a human body? How much life is under this skin and veins? Is the surface a moment so gaudy that, if scrutinized, its secret remains? Under the armor of light and of sand, twisted by the azure waves that break them, remain chan… Continue reading

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