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Poetry


Visual
Air Conditioning
Equidistant Cities
Euphoria
Up

Verse
Apparently
Attempt To Join Sex and Death
Breathing
How To Love a Monster
In Absence of Friendship
Inside
I Thought
The Possible
Words

Prose
A Dora
Black Hole Poem
Light


Apparently my subconscious has gone and left me
for another poet? Please let it be Mallarme
so
when the immutable order
returns it to me
it will be as a new lover
as a chance meeting on a train trip
washed in twinkly possibilities
his brown eyes so deep they look black
and the curls around his face sharp
against the blurring countryside
his graceful outlines revealing
adventures I long to remember
strange but welcoming
touchingly familiar
with knuckles soaked
in blue ink
L O V E.