Tag Archives: Somni-sonnets

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A bright water ring on a black ash sky, stained gray by the twilight and streaked by cloud, guides me as I move away from the crowd which might make me suffer or make me die. The air is moist, … Continue reading

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It was a weird dream, in that there was merg-ing with past selves in the dark of the light, while present bereavements cold as IcebergSlim’s professed persona’s gangly nearsight:This is not a trite moralization,but rather a tale of intoxicantexpec… Continue reading

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I had a dream last night of old teachers,senile but supported for sacrificemade in youth, when the uncertain creaturesof mental cosmography did entice:My world is quintile, and the torrid zone of fragrance and emotion lies betweentwo tropics of pi… Continue reading

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The young alligator with golden teethcannot run in zigzag for what it’s worth,and I can’t live in a push-up beneaththe Florida sun, near the torrid earth:Agriculture “made” us into oxen, and the Oregon Trail made us “Indians,”veritable engines of … Continue reading

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