Clouds lower, radios crackle. I repulse election-denying monkeys. Clouds scissor open and close and obfuscate. I punch the[…]
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1 The brown-haired girl stood on stone steps; Rusty knocked her down. My collie broke her leg, it seems.[…]
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Ode to Gelato
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I Write for Life
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Cenotaph
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Untitled
When you clean your weapon When time and again, you clean your weapon When you rub strong-smelling oils into your[…]
Boris, His Chant
I’ve put my life on a shelf; on Snake Island in defiance. Russian warship, go fuck yourself! Ukraine told[…]