Third State
When the school burned, our ghosts were released. For years we’d only seen well-meaning psychics who entered the classroom to light sage and lay cards, while our ghosts looked on …
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Lupine-Like Scall (Porrigo lupinosa)
Insidiously cutaneous the avalanching alpha-pitch. Ow-oooooooooo-oooooooooo-ooo-ooo Throaty exfoliating whips the dead of winter a wide predatory incrustation—scalp, countenance, torso, and gut. A middle of everywhere nowhere. Phew! Scent the whiff …
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Brilliant Disguise
Touch a word and a world comes out. Fire. Its captions, details. Fired clouds churning through a day. Do you have any clue how many moons Saturn has? I’ll read …
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Decency is a hopeless weapon. Daily I fall from grace, The big splash, whatever. I should have been a starlet, I should Have had chairs pulled out for me, swirling …
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Vortex Fluid Device
Finalist for the 2015 Walrus Poetry Prize In California, chemists are unboiling eggs to cure children and vaccinate cancer. I am unwriting poems, letter by letter to cure sentimentality because …
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