dormant details shaking sense…
dormant details shaking sense You open your eyes with foreign disorientation. Beside you is someone you loved a very long time ago. The fact that you loved them isn’t on your mind –...
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cloudmachine, music, and me
Instead of editing, I’ve pretty much been writing poetry for 48 hours straight. Something about reading old poetry makes me want to write new poetry, which is part of the reason I find...
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pieces of books… books of pieces…
In between poetry booking there a million or so other word directions I’m playing with… and many etceteras and so ons… For example: Adrianna is not like most addicts. Hans has never assumed...
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navegante… rewind to thursday…
So apparently it’s Sunday evening… I’ve been dancing in and out of various locations since Thursday night and have mamboed my way back to Queens… While I was wandering around Thursday, I came...
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essence of an inherent orchestra
essence of an inherent orchestra Empty room sound. A voice inside my mind. Esoteric touch, breathing through my skin.
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the prettiest girl of all Claudia is one of those hip girls with the right words and the right blood. Bank account blood that buys her big shoes and pays for her expensive...
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ingredients of purified proximity…
ingredients of purified proximity Initial appearance. Greeting morning. Clouds break. Illumination. Cream. Skin. Slide. Tracing shape, fit puzzle pieces. Soaring. Simmering syllables. Low boil. Inside. Gestures of questioning undermine fact. Speak to me....
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Agnes… part two…
part one Agnes isn’t afraid of narcotics. You used to tell yourself something about you frightened her – this romantic vision of love’s intimidation. The only thing she’s scared of is death. The...
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