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Monday

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Kingsley is alive with life, a puppy and a world. I will stroke him senseless and he will be my hand, a smiling horizon of fluff with a...
Sunday

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A Winter’s Tail Now you are a lion in this dim lit room. Your watchful eyes scan mine like cubs, I like your chest & heart...
Wednesday

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Supposing there is a tiny kernel of life lodged somewhere behind the furious wave of your ailing masculinity, hear this- we are not f...
Monday

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Leaves chuck themselves onto tracks, flashers in their airy clearings. A stack of mags with hot chicks, the haunted caravan in Weeley, ...
Friday

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Clean shelter and bounding dogs between the lake and I for miles. A queen in the fresh mountain air, up above furrows and vines arrange...

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The old ship left, creaking into the chop & good- bye to you. Another month with empty arms & the racket of other people’s luck...
Tuesday

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Wrong Birds   after Leviathan 2012 33 Upon earth there is not his like, Who is made without fear. - Job 41 Spreading out from...

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across a reddening ocean of tangled cables, sinew, or by a white bloody van upon a bridge that does not reach, one by every one t...

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Palm down, flat with the card underneath. He is buying a small container of pasta, the pasta is not nutritious and barely satisfying. I...
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