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  • I’LL CALL YOU THIS AFTERNOON,

    I’ll call you nowhere, now

  • Ferns  | Cycle

    Wind thrums

  • Lily of the Forest

    On the slopes of Mt. Ślęża, the cult

  • For a Theophoric Figure

    Strange how first things dawn on us

  • Revolver

    His face was a festival.  Inside it,

  • DHIMITRI

    He was a tall man on the edge of the couch

  • Mass Production

    The wheel was always reinvented,

  • I Became Friends | When I Was Fifteen | I Can Recall

    I became friends with a girl who was in the institution with me, also fifteen, also getting shock treatment, a girl who

  • Posthumous Cabin

    And got away to it, and left the work to others

  • LOVE HAS BIG TEETH | Route 140, Sixty Miles North of Winnemucca

    You, in New Hampshire,

  • Transport | Gdańsk

    Today, a simple bowl of onion soup

  • What, Me?

    When we’re in a car together I worry we’ll die and the world will lose its role models.