disarmament farewell’s occasion composes two flushed and open-mouthed against one very still for an elsewhere dream unfolds in the right eye as the left transmits to the machine proprioceptive…
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WRONG JUNE I spent all afternoon trying to match some animal’s tracks to my own. I cannot make good use of my time. I cannot declare…
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Early Morning Task Matter-of-fact, he told me how she died, when, and who was there. He couldn’t talk long, so many still to call, and I, who…
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if 100, then 150 (excerpts from a work in progress) chiwan choi on a bus we head for the waterfalls falling in and out of sleep i look…
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Selected Emptiness* A cat grabbed a fledgling by the feet. A storm shook a fledgling from a tree. The sky caught a fledgling as it fell. A snake bit…
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Index How will she call the stars now she’s forgot the names she learned for them before probably in school somewhere? The whole process could be based on…
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*** To Emigrate (Patriarch Parable) In the old century, the patriarch proclaims, una doctora, no daughter of mine. Ambition is for the men to wrangle, the bodies of…
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Repertoire Take me to you bed, the indoor air sifted through screen repeats itself myself ourselves It is quaintly morning anymore. I hold my head up near low…
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These are the places. The coastlines contract, the landscape traced with lines of steel rails, wood planks and rivets. The gravel mound grows as it goes forward. Wood planks delineate…
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Lauren Wilson lives in Carpinteria, California where she curates DnA design and art, a design collaborative and shop that features work by local artisans. She is also…
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Milk Thistle Went into the river clean and came out with one eye damaged. You told me there was time now but heard it differently. I cannot hear any…
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JESSICA SMITH Founding Editor of Foursquare and name magazines, serves as the Librarian for Indian Springs School, where she curates the Indian Springs School Visiting Writers Series.…