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1/3 of a Proper Sonnet
1. Pilgrims of St. Rouche A painting by Thomas Worthington Whittredge Bleeding green oil on burning purple. Canvas congealing over the steeple inside. Our landscapes of twisted ivy and asters. Prayers every step of the way will follow. On feathered wings, I flew anywhere Your love allowed. Even if it was away from you, you…
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The Pop Machine
1 Our school got new washrooms with automatic hand-dryers over the summer break. Us boys liked to aim them down our shirts and pants, feeling the warm air as our clothes bubbled and ballooned. It made for good times, so we told the girls. They claimed to have new hand-dryers, too. “How many…
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For The Unknown
I want the late-night calls I want the nights where we’re not sure who fell asleep first but we wake up together I want the times where you show up at my door without warning I want to know what songs get stuck in your head But I don’t who you are yet I just…
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Can We Industrialize Wonder?
Heads out windows on strange roads, hair fluttering, wind; thoughts of whats out there, beyond; wide openness, free people; Does this feeling exist in a harvestable form? I am served brief teases of it, whispers down my neck when certain songs come on, reminding me it’s still there, waiting for me to sink my…
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The women of my family
The women of my family taught me to smile, but not with my teeth they taught me to smile with my eyes no matter how tall to never look down no matter how difficult the challenge to never look away they taught me how to choose fruit and how to choose friends, oddly enough a…
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inky skies
In the inky skies of paradise where the clouds are set ablaze and the cherubs bleed iridium, where she falls only to rise and grow until the branch breaks and she falls again into the abyss of abnormalities that are tattooed onto wrists in crimson ink as a reminder, like a post-it note that as…
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For They Shall Be Called Children of God
After “Peacemaker” by Kari Russell-Pool There will be a day when the names of tyrants are no longer spoken, not even as threats for misbehaving children. There will be a day when the names of tyrants are no longer written, the very letters plucked from books as easy as stitches from a sampler. …
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How To Create a Guise of Productivity While Witnessing the Fall of Democracy
“Things to create a guise of productivity while witnessing the fall of democracy from your office!” … To unlock the rest of this post, join the Circus! Become a Member
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digest
Words have never satiated me so I tear the pages out of the thesaurus I let the synonyms synergize my sins and the antonyms antagonize my anomalies And at night I crawl under the covers and the words crawl under my corium they settle in the crevices of my flesh and inhabit my integument the…
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The Notwrite
You are a miracle of avoidance. So you walk. Walk until your hip flexors are leather straps pulling your abdomen taut toward your legs. Your head floats aloft, aware of little but the BQE ocean beneath the Promenade. It’s less like exercise than it means to be, this walk. Wind and sun carry you along.…

