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the grey in my hair
whenI was eighteenI lit a firein a flower potbeing used as anashtray the flames consumedthe debris we fed ituntil the policestopped the feast stopped me dead in my trackstold me hold it right there I didn’t carebut the gray in my hairnow does the gray in my hairwatches me not find a jobpleads with the…
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in my mother’s drawer
In My Mother’s DrawerI found aerial photosThat mapped meOut From afar.From above.Un-Touching. Translated from Hebrew by Natalie Feinstein
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Apple of Sodom
She had the typical Eastern European glower: a look of someone, as my wife often says, who ate something, which despised her in return. Or perhaps she didn’t, but the windmill of guilt churned inside her belly and spat up the same physiognomy I’ve seen elsewhere around Silesia—someone solving a differential equation, waiting in traffic,…
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leave all valuables
Upon arrival all lips were collected. You Cannot Enter This Country With Your Lips They say. A woman asks why? They take her child and put it in a cell with other children faceless nameless lipless kids why? why? They take her warm lips Do Not Ask Why. In a line the Bodies move to…
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High Standards
I want the best of life and I’ll not settle for less. I want to sleep on a bed that doesn’t give me back pain, wake up to a fridge with bacon in it. I’d like milk in my coffee. That will help me get to work, where what I’d most like is to toil…
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Morta
Gilded with petrification Many lifecycles of man & beast anoxic lain Drainage disinterred From millennia-locked marshland sump As story out of sculptor’s block revealed This field of posts Marks where a village clung Encircling lakeshore’s cradling womb The precious pull of water These stilted pillars raised Life from lifegiver’s mortal grasp That finally would engulf…
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Holding Myself Back
Now that I’m not holding myself back, what else are my hands capable of? If I ever hate myself, it’s because others taught me. I know how to feel wrong, but I can barely give a reason. Justification is for everyone else but me. I’m 30 & love myself enough not to starve. I stay…
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Did Amazon cancel your pre-order of BELL HAMMERS? Here’s what happened…
Did your pre-order of BELL HAMMERS on Amazon get cancelled? Here’s what happened: Back in January, Amazon committed to handling pre-orders and fulfillment for the October 12, 2020 release of BELL HAMMERS. Many of you pre-ordered from them both in January and now. BELL HAMMERS sold out twice. After learning from many of you that…
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Durmitor
We’re driving Sprawling hills They roll and roll A tiny street Twists and turns But also Wildflowers They’re everywhere. He and I Blue sky and Paintbrush clouds “Ireland,” we call it We’re somewhere else Entirely Somewhere far away From ourselves We hold hands A song plays (I’ve chosen it) Makes us ponder. Our time together…
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wandering man
wandering man brim is snug sun’s Villain, could have been broader, musing scalp soft naked pious nose begs Far From Sufficient, clockface hat ticking yesterday’s rhythm light polluted moon a feral Ribbon pink silence rewards brittle Exhibition; feet’s crunch to nail wafts sugar scents into nostril yawns’ forever whorl. wandering man heavy scentclad boot musk;…
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Thoughts and Prayers
“Tell us what happened two days ago on Monday, April 14th, Mr. Shaw.” I glowered at the hollowed face man sitting at the metal table before me. I could taste the smell on him. It tasted like rotten eggs that had been left in soccer mom’s van in the middle of July. It was a…
