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There is No Desert“…the country around us is a circle sunk in the mirage.” / –Tayeb Salih, *The Season of Migration to
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Dec 29, 2014
The MotherDeath throbs throughout / her body. (She pushed / the needle, and her eyes / are tethered to the emp
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Dec 29, 2014
James Tries to Justify His TastesThe bugs don’t disappoint— / their bodies pop as the light-beam snaps / life away. You like it as we
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Dec 23, 2014
The Dangers of WritingI worry about the husky gentleman / that shot Lennon, not because I fear / he’ll come after me, but
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Dec 23, 2014
Oh Gawd!The sky is in a fit. / The land whispers / To the wind / To engulf / Our flames. / And when the sun
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Dec 15, 2014
The FallOutside glows, snow sinks / between grass blades / I catch a baseball. / Priest pushes my hand / to
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Dec 15, 2014
Emil Bennett at the BeachHeads bob over waves, another couple / passes. Bennett on his bath towel, / burying his fingers in t
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Dec 15, 2014
The Dream of the DiverThe mob of eyes watch / from the stands the shivering thing / preparing its plummet. / But the thing
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Dec 12, 2014
At the ParkI. / They move away from the sky / to surround a certain park bench. / Everyday, at noon, a hand is
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Dec 12, 2014
WoodstockThe pit of hell eclipses the damned / toilets in the mind of the lone security guard. / He had infor
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Dec 8, 2014
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