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Friday

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halloween comes at the best time, a drip down your heart in a churn of words called oof- this ghost-lit bad brain hook on one withere...
Monday

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Fred West’s Cardigan The sun so vicious hot the tarmac burnt the Spanish intern’s instep mid-Flamenco, Fred. I searched for the long ...

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Some of those beetles are so shiny they look like tiny bits of glass before the tide whipped them about in a washing machine The honeys...

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Yearning for the sea- something about a white boarded pod and down the road a smokehouse that wraps the fish in silence, dog. If I ...
Sunday

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We have elders that are made of ash, they try their best, they die, you came like blood, gentle as a clay hut. You grow up quick, the...
Tuesday

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Mark flies home to Baby for Mark E. Smith You were on my cassette up in my ears with your violence. My walkman was a scratchy portal s...
Sunday

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Outside, the twerpy birds flit mad special into the sunlight. The dog’s ears robo-swivel to the drama of rustling ivy, unravelling like a...
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...
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