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Explosions in the Sestina

in my room at the end of the day, and you open your arms to my ghosts, though in your presence they are afraid, they are skittish things and only want to search, to seek to find a word to … Continue reading

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Miniature playgrounds for miniature children

A dream of silent life is what I wanted. But in my head an endless music plays that bleeds into the fabric of my dreams constantly, and last night an angry rhythm of random images pounded themselves out while I … Continue reading

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