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Monthly Archives: December 2003
orange arm around his father’s shoulder
after my father accused me of murdering my mother i went looking for an old friend in phoenix and found old harvey, who remembered me a little from ’85 handscrawled ‘VIDEO SURVEILLANCE’ signs and chain-link concrete i ring the bell … Continue reading
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the death of imagination
the doors of perception are officially closed to those of willful blindness the gates are dangerous hinges rusty and the lock stuck fast eyelessly grope to the safety of your cellars feel free to shop in the stuffy corners but … Continue reading
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dana
settled into routine staring out the window she fell in love with donovan a complicated problem bridge pursues her endlessly her most fevered admirer he would do anything and that’s a good thing when she’s down when she’s up she … Continue reading
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spirit
high up on the mountain bolstered by belladonna and swaying hips over the bottomlands i screwed in a light bulb on my bulbous nose and went blind when i saw the light damn the savage who sniffs around in somebody … Continue reading
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desoto
christmas 1959 and the road is pure white the mother drives slowly through the storm two kids in the back are bored and need to go so she stops the perfect place a wide meadow five feet down strange trees … Continue reading
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evolution
what will be the shape of this world beyond the bloody curvature of vision? will the creature swim to ecstasy or be crushed by the weight of this deranged and perilous time? can he imagine his future or have designer … Continue reading
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