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mother’s hobby: snoops on the soprano next door. married to the mafia. bugged the office: she thought she was his prostitute. I caught him listening. loaded questions & accountability for breaking windows. she caught me lying. finger-smiths and night workers. mayday mayday. WTO. & she kept a journal of how big he was each time.
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dilate marinated spirals of beach glass. brooms of witches and warlocks in star-hawks wing. she asked me to become the nun that kneels through the night. with defiance i sipped and slept and dreamed what he was thinking so that we could know without a whisper. the iris was never the wiser nor poorer for…
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I was told by someone I have never met that I was out of line for not asking them permission. Security culture forbids the words from exhaling: imprisoned in the lungs with parched lips immovable. My hands printed the lines that defined an idea that he drew in the afternoon in the house under watch…
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a situation of ill-legalist rhetoric that lies and leaves you with a headache of a lifetime award. mind erasure of the safety on a gun and the true feelings never revealed. photo shoots of suits and black-eyes and sisters spreading blood and whey like a shell that broke open in the comfort of a burning…
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The first time I went train riding I went with a brand-new pair of shoes. The ones that I had been traveling with were wore out and holy. The new pair were a standard issue military boot I got on the cheap and that I thought would hold up. The blisters from walking and running…
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I lived in Asheville 20 years ago when Hurricane Katrina devoured New Orleans. Friends and friends of friends came here as a place of refuge. Tent cities popped up at the punk houses across town. In the evenings there would be campfire stories about people stealing cars to get away. I lived with someone that…
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clues to the past in movement that loiters for the sake of passerine nightmares and coffee crystals with texas toast & cigars meant for the noise. bubbling sauce with turtle tomato noses and a generation of silence remembering that we are nothing without the seed on the wind. adopted ancestorial intent left in graveyards and…
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in solidarity a letter on the wind to a friend lost and not found we search for the streams and rivers that hide behind forest glens and bat caves with violin songs for moms. i was never one of you in the sense that i never said the right things and did not know the…
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Words fishing with forked tongue. Left hand of darkness cloaked you stealing my wallet. It was for the just cause of it. Marshmallow peeps & candy cigarette chewing gum. I was asked to be accountable for being an individual, as if it were a crime against the commune. It was no longer my credit card,…
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I have been away for 20 years, with occasional visits. There are people that I could not call. No happy hour due to social tensions and fall out. When you leave it is like you hit a pause button. When you return everything fast-forwards into the future with no framework as to why you are…
derive of environs 