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December 16, 2023
This is a partial collage: I started this poem by pulling words from a translation of “The Pipe” by Stéphane Mallarmé, but as I assembled it I felt the urge to go in a new direction. Yesterday I found a fine winter. I forgot the room, the first roads. I was planning my sun, shivering…
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October 7, 2023
If you south, past pull just shy of the sunlight where burbling light deepening the sound from the tree, you may have an experience you cannot easily explain. A rustle in your vision. The distinct phantom disfigured. Some danger, because of it, the story lived, died. In a fire unable to find persistence. The unnamed…
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May 26, 2023
I may be moving away from the chance games and beautiful in-laws. We’ll see. Summon beasts in work, explore the artist’s time. A story of a small figure, the fog-filled animals glowing darkness. They seem to be the deep jungle. Strength, light, and come back. Go there again, without a part of who. A…